Vacation

Yesterday we surfed. It was stormy and rainy, but we jumped eagerly into the waves anyway. This time we had huge surfboards which turned out to be much easier than the small ones we used before. A few times I even managed to get into a standing position and keep it for a fraction of a second before I gracefully splashed into the ocean. It was cool. Literally. The feet were icicles.

After the surfing we baked ginger bread and cooked rice porridge with cinnamon and vanilla. And then we danced into the night, singing loud like tone deaf vikings, cheerleading the shots. Life is fair.



Did I mention that Hippie's a breakfast person? Well, it's definitely worth mentioning. In the morning, when I zombie out into the kitchen, I'm greeted by Swedish pancakes, French toast, grilled sandwiches, scrambled eggs, bagels and bran flakes. Getting up in the morning doesn't necessary have to be a bad thing.


I have a plan. A simple plan. A road trip along the West Coast up to Seattle. Celebrating Christmas with Raingirl and Blackjack. New Year's in Vancouver. And a return ticket from Seattle to LA the 3rd of January next year. If I get a signature on my DS-2019 visa form (so that I can re-enter US) tomorrow we are ready to hit the road.