Bugs and Tugs

Good Morning Moonlight...(outside condo)


Steep Red Cliffs to the Ocean (north shore)


I woke up the other morning, walked into the kitchen and saw a piece of grass on the floor. Odd, I thought, since there really isn't any grass around the condo (just sand and coconut trees). I put in the garbage and continued with making the best coffee (next to Vietnamese) in the world. When the garbage started moving, I tilted my head like a puppy, looked closer and pulled out the piece of 'grass'. Ah...a walking stick insect...hehe.the size of my palm.
In the next couple of days, I've had a baby gecko jump on my face (cute), a 3" cockroach at our doorstep, a flat frog bigger than my hand on the road, and a interesting looking 10" lizard thing walk in my path. It's been a bug filled two days.

I also went for a second surf lesson with Loli. We had to drive about 30 minutes north to find some waves and even then, there were at the most three feet. Regardless, Loli brought a 9' and an 8' board. I was having a rough time with the nine-foot board so after about 20 minutes she gave me the quicker, shorter board. Up I went on the first wave and started moving laterally. Saweet. By the end of the day, I was moving laterally and up and down on a single surf. However, I did bang up my knee on some coral but Loli said that it just makes for story. To make up for it...a couple of humpback whales were floating by about 65 feet away from the two of us sufers. It was like for a moment time stoped and I watched these magnificiant creatures roll and curl their tail in the air...then a wave came and I was told to paddle. Awesome.

Other than that, I'm truly enjoying being a beach bum. I wake up when the waves hit the shore, I stroll around on the beach, 'tan', read, write, play guitar, and surf when the waves are high. I've had lots of time, maybe too much, to journal and get lyrics down. I've been learning so much of my family from grandma and hearing stories of when I was an infant, toddler, and little kid that reflects in who I am today. I suppose, it would with everyone. Apparently, I was an infant that never cried...always observing and taking it all in...taking the day with stride...then infamous for my toddler phrase, "I do it." Maybe we really don't change. Perhaps only our surroundings and the influence of people alter our lifestyle and perhaps perspectives, so maybe there is truth in that a person cannot change. There's been lots of thinking around here, in my bustling mind. It feels like a healthy, mini, tug-a-war that's going on in my head and I love it.