Ever since I ran into a huge white stingray while frolicking in the Gulf of Mexico, I’ve decided I’m not a huge fan of open water – hence, why I haven’t been to the beach since I moved to Los Angeles a month ago. I’ve spent most of my time on the East side of LA, but that’s not to say I’m not a fan of West side, particularly Santa Monica – the westernmost, aka nearest to the beach, town of LA.
Although people tend to have mixed feelings about LA, most tend to agree on one thing when it comes to Santa Monica: it’s gorgeous. It’s idyllic. It’s exactly like everything you watched in Laguna Beach as a high schooler. The tourists flock to 3rd St Promenade or the Santa Monica Pier, the locals flock to the Sunday Farmers’ Market or the independent shops on Main St, and I flock the furthest away from the beach because of the potential sting rays. Yes, life really has become a “beach” for me at the beach.
But shortly after Jo ran into her ex from New York on the 3rd St Promenade, we decided it was necessary for her to take a cleansing bath in the Pacific Ocean with her newly-purchased boogie board…and maybe for me to take a cleansing bath of my
irrational fear. Boogie board and longboard in hand, we took off!
And yep, it happened. I turned into the boogie boarding king I never knew I was.
If you ever visit Los Angeles, don’t skip out on Santa Monica – not that I think you will, since it seems to be the second most-visited place in LA after Hollywood. Have a picnic at sunset, play some volleyball with strangers, or get yourself a boogie board and surf in the ocean – to my knowledge, there were no stingrays…but I will keep you updated.