In my 20s. In love. Puerto Rican. Moved 3,000 miles away from home. Lived in LA with my boyfriend. Came back for school. Still in love. Making it work long distance style. Major shoe obsession. Love writing randomly on notebooks. Obsessed with making lists. Only child. Capricorn. Learning Italian. Discovered a passion in blogging. Can’t live without a calendar. Coffee addict.
So for the finale of my purrrfect weekend, the honey and I [ok, actually it was his idea] decided to go to Malibu Beach. After a delicious breakfast [thanks honey!] and some preparing, hello I had to buy a mag for the beach we were on our way. We actally went to Zuma Beach, because I read it was better tee-hee. I haven't been to the actual Malibu Beach [Zuma beach is also located on Malibu] but I just know it's better, it felt better. Parking was a...hmmm.. let's just say it was an experience. Finding a spot was also interesting, it was FULL, PACKED, FILLED, JAMMED, SATURATED, REPLETE, ok I believe that by now you get my point. We were uber prepared with some chairs that serve as backpack and totebag as the same time. I will explain with a pic later. I just had on a white tank, denim shorts [ripped] , Gisele Bundchen Ipanema flip flops, my cowboy hat, and one of my favorite bathing suits, but it's just a shame that there isn't one single picture where you could truly appreciate it. Oh well... next time.
This is what I mean by prepared, we both looked like this. It was very much fun and beyond practical. These next pics I don't loooooove, but it's what I've got.