san diego.

well, here i am. after the ocean escapade, i found a laundromat and proceeded to make clean underwear. very nice. when i started my laundry, i called arturo, to see what he could tell me about being in san diego, because i was thinking of just bypassing it.

i sat and read my book as the clothes tumbled in the dryer, contemplating my next move. then i get a text message. from an old friend, ricky smith. ricky and i havent seen each other for 10 or 11 years, since around the end of high school, but we were part of a pretty close group of friends. as with tiffany, after a few minutes of catch up, it is almost like nothings changed.

i was planning on bypassing san diego altogether and i am being offered to stay here for a party on saturday. amazing, this whole life thing.

ricky lives in ocean beach, a (you guessed it) beachside community in san diego, with his girlfriend, amy. we are a literal stones throw from the ocean, it is beautiful. shortly after i got here we walked to the farmers market to see it, and to get some food. as we walked, ricky introduced me to his world now, and to some of his people. it was a really fun and interesting voyage.

we would walk a couple of stalls in the farmers market and then we would be stopped again by someone wanting to talk to ricky, like the king of the neighborhood. a very good effect.

it was a good session of catch up and there was a really good atmosphere to the whole thing. we got some food and some beers, went back to his house and sat on the porch watching the ocean and talking. it is always so amazing how great people are, just how people are always there and ready to re-welcome you into their lives.