Random Scrap:
My first trip to the ocean was with Kamil and his friend just at the beginning of my stay there. We went to Hunington Beach where I tasted the Pacific ocean for the first time. With volleyball nets and palm trees around it looked just like at movies. The weird thing was that everyone seemed to be wearing beach shorts and there were no speedos around. It was just not acceptable. America, with its freedom, was also quite a prudent country. Although it was a perfect and memorable trip but I still somehow felt like a guess. Now I had a new friend, Akira, who bought a used white Honda Accords. The car was quite old but it had lights that would come up and down. We would hang out quite often and Akira was slowly becoming part of my household. He had lots of Japanese friends - they all seemed to be equipped with electronic dictionaries. They gave each other rides on cool bicycles. A few of them lived close to Byran's place. We would visit them, sit by the communal pool drinking beer or Dr. Pepper. I could finally start fully enjoying those balmy desert nights.