Random Scrap:
The desert could get monotonous. I didn't play golf of tennis so there was not much to do. Akira had turned 21 at the end of March but to me the bars were still shut. Hanging out at Starbucks in Downtown Palm Springs and watching people became one of the few entertainment options available. To get to Palm Springs we would usually take Highway 111 passing through the towns and car dealer shops along the road. Up in the hills you could see Bob Hope's house. Freeway-10 was faster and became our preferred route back home. We stopped in front of the junction ready to follow the 'East' sign. It was midnight and my classes would begin in eight hours. "Should we take the left for a change?" I asked. We were both hungry for adventure. One hundred and twenty miles later the coast welcomed us with the sound of breaking waves and the chill of the Pacific Ocean. Fully awake, I stood in front of the dark vastness trying to imagine what would it feel like to suddenly sail into the sea. "We are too crazy" I said to Akira. We walked back to the car and drove home.