Day 13: Cali is kinda cool, I guess

With three of the four of us having grown up in the northeast, the majority opinion of the Amigos was that Californians were a bit into themselves. All through college, The Ocho never stopped talking about how awesome Cali was, how amazing the weather was, blah blah blah, but The Ocho had not seen snow before going to college and she didn't really wear shoes that much, so we knew she was a bit off in the head. We consequently discounted most things she said about Cali. Our continued hesitation to believe the hype made yesterday absolutely amazing.

We started the day off right with eggs prepared by none other than Rick the Taller (RTT).  The Fourth Amigo was eager to learn a thing or two about California cuisine and enthusiastically mimicked all of RTT’s moves and put hot sauce on everything!  I believe The Fourth Amigo's mouth had a religious experience.  Stomachs full, we were all in agreement that breakfast was delicious!

Eager to get moving again, we headed to the beach club for some yakkin’.  Martha and LT2 overcame their steering difficulties to conquer the seven seas.  The water was slightly choppier than expected, but we had a blast nonetheless.  The two singles that we had out were reserved, so halfway through our ocean voyage the Ricks left us to return the kayaks.  The Four Lokos stayed out and even tried paddling Viking style for awhile (attach the 2 kayaks together and have 4 people paddling).  The rolling waves lent to some nice relaxation, but they also got LT2 reminiscing about the time she got sea sick crossing the English channel.  Let’s just say it’s a good thing she didn’t join the Navy.  We brought the yaks in and headed to the beach club to relax.

We cooked ourselves in the hot tub for a bit before running down to the ocean and diving in the frigid water.  That sure got the blood flowing.  After chillin’ in the pool and hot tub a bit more we hopped in the showers and then made our way into Monterey.  The Ocho gave us a brief driving tour, but there were mucho tourists so we decided it was best to move on.

It wasn’t until we arrived back at the Ocho’s house around 5pm that we realized we didn’t eat lunch.  The Ocho herself immediately cooked us up some chicken paninis, and the next two hours were spent recuperating at home before we hit the beach again for an evening bonfire.

Loaded with firewood, ingredients for s’mores, and brews we made our way to the beach.  Ocho’s friend, John, joined us and we enjoyed a pleasant evening of stars, surf, and fire.  Around 11:30 the party was broken up by some local police officers who kindly informed us that fires were not allowed on the beach after 10 (maybe their clocks were slow?).  All in all they were rather pleasant.  We returned home and went to sleep happy after another great day in Monterey! 

(The above picture was taken after The Captain re-invented Greek Fire and threw it on some logs.)

(The above picture was taken as the Fourth Amigo proved to a crowd of thousands that he can feel no pain.)