** Sorry for the delay on this post. If you want, you can read Part 1 by clicking here. Also, I will have a very funny, embarrassing, story for you next week. It just might have something to do with my recent annual gyn appointment. Ahem! **
Rain was predicted for Sunday night in Santa Barbara. It would be the beginning of an onslaught of storms for Southern California.
When I woke up on Sunday morning, I knew, instantly, the first storm would arrive sooner than expected. The sky was gray; the ocean was gray.
I thought I had a few hours of outdoor time before the rain began and I wanted to make the most of it. I decided to pack up my camera and head up the coast a little bit. I was hoping to get a few photos of the more secluded beaches.
I was only in my car a few minutes when the storm began.
It wasn't a slow and gradual start. The sky seemed to open up, it began pouring, and the rain didn't stop.
I glared at the sky. Don't laugh … but it made me mad the rain arrived before it was supposed to. What to do now?
I stopped at a Starbucks for coffee, hoping the rain might ease up in a few minutes.
Right then one of my Santa Barbara friends called. We decided to meet for brunch. If nothing else, I was certainly well fed while away for the weekend.
We discussed movie possibilities over brunch, but we ended up hitting up some shops instead. I haven't worn a watch in years, but I found one I really liked and purchased it. It's a Michele watch and it's a nice combination of bling and sportiness.
It also has BIG NUMBERS on it which is important. I'm going blind from too many hours working on my laptop.
Twitter counts as "working," right?
I guess rain is kind of expensive because what else is there to do when it's raining but shop?
I ended up going back to the hotel for a couple hours in the afternoon to play with photos on the computer.
There usually aren't any waves in the harbor itself. With the storm, it was different, of course. I sat out on the covered balcony of my hotel room and watched the waves crashing across the street.
A lot of people in Santa Barbara make good use of the many bike paths to get around town. They aren't used to storms anymore than I am. I watched this woman pedaling along in the rain.
The storm increased quickly in its fury. I hunkered down with a book and enjoyed the solitude for a couple hours.
Sunday night, I met more friends for dinner. We had a great time. There was a torrential downpour outside at that point. After dinner, we sat in the restaurant talking for hours. Our waiter didn't seem to mind in the least. When we finally left the restaurant we ran through the rain screaming and laughing to our cars. We had no umbrellas so we were drenched in a matter of seconds.
We're from Southern California where it rarely rains - who owns umbrellas?
I fell asleep Sunday night to wind and rain and angry crashing waves. It was awesome! I love the beach during storms. Mother Nature is one powerful bitch.
The ferocity of the storm woke me on Monday. It had become even more powerful as I slept. Palm tree fronds were whipping in the wind. A chunk flew off the trunk of one palm tree and went flying into the ocean. I could have sat on my balcony watching the onslaught of the storm for hours.
Instead, I slowly packed my bag and began the long and treacherous drive home.
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