Life's A Beach

We're on vacation in Los Angeles. We've made an itinerary. Going to the beach is on there for the second day. But it's funny how the ocean draws you. We're staying in a hotel in Santa Monica, a few blocks from the beach, and a few blocks from the Third Street Promenade, a trendy shopping and restaurant district where we used to hang out when we were dating. That's where we planned to meander the first afternoon, after we'd checked in. But we wound up walking right past, and on down to the water.

Our daughter immediately shed her shoes and went wading in, which was fine, as long as she didn't get her clothes wet. Then she fell, trying to outrun a wave to shore, and got her bottom wet, which was fine, as long as she didn't get any wetter. Then she sat down in the sand to dig, and got swamped by a wave. She was soaked, head to foot. Then she rolled around in the sand, so she was covered with sand too. And really, what did we expect? And really, what more could we have hoped for? What a great way to spend a beautiful afternoon.