When I was a kid in California I used to love summer vacation
because I got to go to my aunt's house in Huntington Beach. My cousin and I used
to ride big beach cruiser bikes along the oceanside swerving in and out of the
palm trees looking for a spot where the waves were breaking just right. We would
boogie board all day then hit our favorite taco stand near the pier where for
about 3 bucks we could have a glorious feast. We were total beach bums but we
felt like kings.
It's really too bad that I had to grow up and get a job. I can't afford to just
laze away my summers anymore doing nothing constructive, just hanging out at the
beach. However, this summer I went to my friend's aunt's beach house in
Yanagihara, Hojo city. It was only for a day but it was just like old times.
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It wasn't the
comparative differences between the Japanese and S. California seascapes that
triggered my recollection of my beach bum days. It was what they have in common.
They are both singularly unique, meaning there is no other place like them. So,
as I watched the fishing boats cruising past the islands dotting the sea,
munched on some tasty onigiri and frolicked in the ocean with my Japanese
friends, I felt like a king again. But, I was really just being a beach bum.
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