grace.kindness.peace.disruption.pain.processing.rinse.repeat.have a nice day.

California knows how to party. In short … L.A. traffic is bad enough that you might consider selling your favorite child just to avoid it. San Diego apparently killed off most of the seals in Mission Bay, leaving only one seal that appeared to be on it's last freaky fin-like leg. Still cool, but seemingly a gross, but amazing, freak of nature. Disneyland, a city within a city, meet all expectations. My inner child came out and frolicked with many other's outer children. We enjoyed a cream cheese filled pretzel on the It's a Small World ride, as my theme song played in the background. The world gets smaller every day.

The journey is still going well. I saw Cami, the field director from my time in Sierra Leone, and my teammate Ben last Wednesday and enjoyed a good time of fellowship and prayer. I crashed with Jason Sandifer in Redondo Beach. I walked down Venice Beach and saw many interesting things. I believe it might be the only place in the world where you can see an effeminate Malaysian body builder in a leopard skin speedo using his mad karate skills to beat up an older, mocking, overweight white guy … oh yeah, and later seeing the Malaysian guy arrested. God Bless America.

San Diego was filled with good friends and good food. I saw Amy Morris, and in turn, she showed me the town. It is a beautiful place. She and her friends also chaperoned me on my visit to Disneyland. Good times were had by all, even if the times were quite wet.

I'm about to head out for breakfast in Pasadena with my good friend Douglas Zukunft, a student at Fuller Seminary. I'm looking forward to the theological conversation over egg salad. After that I'll make a jaunt down Hollywood Blvd, just to make sure that they don't need a bearded mountain man for the next big Hollywood blockbuster. Heck, while I'm in town I might as well try. After my 15 minutes I'll head up the PCH and ultimately end up at Yosemite this evening. An adventure awaits.