The breaking of a wave cannot explain the whole sea.
In San Diego County there is a seaside town called Encinitas. It is bounded by the Pacific Ocean to the west; the freeway and railway line to the east. Like most seaside towns it’s an insular, self-contained microcosm of all life. Like almost all self-conscious little holiday towns it has more than its share of bars, places to eat, and odd characters.
There are also some cool gardens, nice bookstores, and over-priced womens’ clothes stores. Encinitas could be any seaside town almost any where, if it weren’t for the fact that almost everyone you meet is so obviously Californian.
What is I about the people from Southern California? Maybe its the a most constant sunshine, or the affluence, or the liberal attitudes – but the people from SoCal are ‘different’. Everyone I meet I’d very pleasantly nice, and very ‘laid back’.
Ah well, I guess they would all say that about me. Being a real Englishman makes one stand out in Southern California. And, not necessarily in a good way. I’m a little too taciturn, too staid, and too moral for this part of the world.
No worries, I’m heading home soon.