Here is a question for my own ponderance: How can one place be so fricking (my parents read this now) amazing every single time I visit? Of course I'm not talking about the actual place, I'm leaning more towards the people subject. You know, like friends and dogs and strangers that become friends and such. Not once have I ever felt down in that one place. Or scared. Or worried. Or negative in anyway. The only time it makes me feel bad is when I have to be dragged away and return to wherever I call "home" nowadays.
I've written blogs about this place before, once short and sweet, the other long and detailed in comparison. I will try and keep this one between the two. I don't want to list every single activity I participated in- be it running away from rides at Six Flags, winning at bowling, attempting to look comfortable in a pool or watching a million different movies with a million amazing people. I don't want to list every drink consumed within the three weeks, like the wine in the park, the mess at Le Nuit De Francais and The Matches' acoustic show, or the free "Welocme to our new house!" drinks. And I certainly don't want to list every person I smiled with, laughed with, ate with, drank with or spent a single joyous moment with as there are far too many of you.
I think it's clear what I'm trying to say though. I think it's obvious to all of you- the people who read this, the people I spent the last three weeks with, and every person I've told about my time there. I love that place. I love you people. My favourite un-Fijian place in the world, my second home, the beautiful, wonderful, marvellous, fantastic, fun-filled, love-filled California. (and Oklahoma, that includes you too.) THANKS.
