Seagulls over the Pacific
In high school and college, I lived in Southern California and spent a lot of time at the beach. I would mostly body surf, skimboard and lay out in the sun in a manner that makes my dermatologist today cringe.
But one day in particular stands out even now because of its implications for meaningful travel. This was the day that my college roommate, Mike, first laid his eyes on the Pacific Ocean. [click to continue…]