Paradise Coves

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Words can't describe. 

Ah! This experience was incredible. I wish I had better words to use. There's just nothing to say. 

On the weekends I try to make little getaways. Escape the city, breathe some fresh air, see the sunlight...

Monday-Friday, 8-5, the last few weeks more like 8-6 or 7... Work gets away from you. It's been really heavy lately, the industry I work in isn't doing so hot. Everyone's feeling it. Things are tense. People are on your back. 

What is work anyway???

Ok back to being realistic. Work pays for all the cool stuff I want to do. Like having a stay-cation to Malibu. Paradise Coves.

I rounded up my friend, Isabelle (she's from Vancouver, BC...so cool), and we drove 30 minutes up the PCH to Malibu. The water gets more clear, the sides of the roads get cleaner, and the beaches get less populated.

FINALLY. 

We park on the side of the highway, which is obviously super dangerous. But $40 for parking? Yeah right. Plus walking is always welcomed anyway.  We cling to the side of the ditch to avoid getting run over and eventually hit the intersection where the arrowed signs point us in the right direction. As we cross, we again almost get run over, Isabelle screams "don't kill us!", and the driver (total surfer guy with the windows down and his hair looking straight out of Hawaii) casually says "don't worry girlfriend I wouldn't do that to you it's a beautiful day"......HA! Despite the 'close' (not really, just felt like it when you're the pedestrian in the situation) call, we laughed all the way to the beach. 

We totally came to understand the $40 incentive, the walk down the winding road wasn't short...But again, worth it if you're a young adult without kids and a lifetime supply of beach supplies to tote around. Upon entering, I felt like I walked onto a movie set. 

Which I kind of did. Several movies and TV shows have been filmed here. And for good reason. 

The views were stunning. Picturesque--the opinions I had prior to moving to California kind of imaginary scenes. It's like when you experience anything, that little bubble of what it was before it happened disappears forever. Like reading a book after you see the movie. I've had a couple of California experiences in which I wished my "bubble" was still existent. Like how Hollywood is actually completely disgusting and a lot of the street signs are black from pollution. Not necessarily bad or different than any other city, just when expectations don't line up with reality it gets weird. 

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This beach fit my expectations to a T. Except even better. It BLEW my mind. I instantly felt at peace and like I could relax. It was so interesting how the experience completely carried me through the week. Work wasn't as bad and even the commute sucked less. Ok a little less. 

Hint: watch out for when the tides come in as the sun sets. We almost got stranded in one of the coves. But would that really have been the worst thing ever? 

M. Kaitlin