Water, Water Everywhere And Not A Drop To Drink

Here’s what I’ve learned about Southern California so far:

It’s utterly packed with tacos, doughnuts, Starbucks, and – oh yeah – surfers.

June really can be gloomy, but these OC people know how to rally.  They’re all about the weeknight parties.  And being physically fit.  And making legal U-turns.  And also, being nice.  I mean, I’m not even one of those people who thinks New Yorkers are rude, but the kind citizens of San Clemente make them look downright cantankerous.  (Yes, cantankerous.)

Now, the water.  People in California consider chest-high waves “small.”  Maybe I’m crazy, but I’m going to have to adjust to that; I would consider these waves medium, at least.  They also consider 65-degree water cold enough for full suits.  I went surfing yesterday and I was the only freak without a wetsuit.  I would have been completely fine had the air not been 65 degrees as well.

Here’s the forecast for this weekend:

Jealous?