As long as I can recall my feet have always had sparks beneath my heels. I can’t stay in one place for long periods of time. The road, the sky and even the ocean beckon me from afar.
When my online friend, Tonia, mentioned her layover on the first leg of her journey to Australia, my immediate impulse was to buy a ticket and join her. My senses caught up with me soon thereafter, so I settled on meeting with Tonia in the Los Angeles area.
I intended to use our lunch as an opportunity to write a review of the restaurant, Shark’s Cove in Manhattan Beach. With a note of embarrassment, I confess that we talked so much I barely tasted my food. It was filling and clean. That’s about the best I can say. I’ll have to go back and try the place again.
Tonia enjoyed her hamburger, fries and beer.
My club sandwich, curly fries and wine were enough to last me well into the evening. I would eat there again. (Some review, eh?)
Since cooking is my forte while Tonia’s is photography, I seized the opportunity to shoot with her. We strolled down to the Manhattan Beach pier, after fortifying ourselves with that big lunch and a little refreshment.
We shot several hundred photos while the ocean breeze blew our hair wild and the seagulls soared overhead. Here are a few of my favorites.
Now that Tonia has safely landed in Australia, I can admit that I’m jealous. There’s still time for me to buy a ticket and catch up to her but I think I’ll just wait for the glorious photos she’s bound to capture. Honestly, I’m looking forward to our next visit even more than that.
