Riding the Wave

Hello Friends,

I realized its been a LONG time since I've updated, so I thought I would take a break from my solo week preparation and give an update. I'm currently riding the wave of the final few weeks of the semester. While I could tell you all about it, I think I'll give you a Beach House reminder first....

One of favorite memories from this past summer was the weekend I got to spend in Aptos in a cozy beach house with some of the greatest people I know. We lived a weekend of fun, and ignored most of reality's implications. Here are a few pix (yes, they may be repeats, but I want you to know just how wonderful it was!) 

It was such a great weekend. Before we left our quaint little house we went and soaked up some final few moments at the beach that was a few short blocks from our rental house. I absolutely LOVE the beach, but couldn't HATE the ocean more! Weird, right? Well anyway, a group of my friends were out bobbing waves. I say bobbing because they were past the breaking point, I would see them bob higher and higher every few seconds and then watch the violent waves crash in front of me and barely hit my toes. I HATE jumping waves. I think it is miserable, and I always get motion sick and feel like I'm STILL jumping waves for hours after. 

As I watched all my friends bobbing out there, I somehow got convinced to jump and bob. Remind me always that I hate waves like that! Of course, within 2 waves out in the ocean, a HUGE wave comes up, eats me alive, and I squirm to the surface with seaweed on my face. I HATE the turmoil of jumping waves....it sucks! 

Anway....all this talk on waves because I feel like I'm riding the wave of the final few weeks of the semester... As I happily watched the waves from the security of the sand, I noticed how it would swell up, grow a little bigger, be too big to "hold," then crash over, and calmly ride its way up to the shore. The first of 2 semesters is nearly over. I'm currently swelling with lots of assignments, the most important of which is the preparation for my solo week. I'm swelling, I can handle it, and I'm hoping but kinda knowing that the crash is likely to come. But what I remember from those terrible waves at the beach that day was how they calmly ride to the shore, wet peoples toes and then the whole things starts all over again. At least that's what usually happens. 

Right after this picture was taken: 

A BIG, erm GRANDE wave came and nearly ate us alive while soaking up the beautiful sun in Costa Rica. All we could muster was "Es muy comico," as we scrounged for our blanket, and more importantly, our drinks of choice! Sometimes, you don't know when the big wave is gonna come, sometimes it sneaks up and tries to take your drink with it. Fortunately, right now I know that the big wave is coming, or that it is here. So that means I'm doing all that I can to avoid the tumultuos crash that is inevitable and gearing up for the calm part after. I can't wait for Winter Break and times with family and friends!!! =)