I realise it's been a long time since I wrote. It's not like I've been too busy to write either, I just wasn't bothered. But I feel like I should document my life and blog better. So here is my adventure with William a month ago:
William and I went swimming, to a sea lion's cave at La Jolla cove. It was one of the most terrifying, yet exhilarating experiences of my life. I felt so vulnerable to the waves of the sea, pushed around and dunked, but I had nothing to hold onto. William looked perfectly at ease, and I can just imagine him being very amused watching the girl next to him freak out in the water. It was surreal, as I've always been comfortable in the pool, and I suddenly felt like I forgot how to swim. The sea lions smelled horrible, or so I was told, for my nose was blocked, and thankfully, couldn't smell the stench. In the cave, the beasts lounged on jagged rocks and some loitered in the shallow water. Due to the shape of the cave, the sea was sucked in and out with a formidable force, and it knocked William and me into hard rocks. He woke a sea lion up with a splash, and it started barking and flapping its fins (hands? what are they) at William. It is amazingly, strangely beautiful inside the cave. It was unexplored land that we two just discovered, and marveled at the way the waves echoed and the barks of the seals resonated off the cave walls. After we rested, we both retreated and made our way back out the cave, but were caught in the long seaweed. They wound around my legs and arms, unwilling to let me leave the cave. To be really honest, it was scary as fuck. The sea looked black from the surface, and I couldn't even see the strands of seaweed that kept looping itself around my limbs.
William kept himself a few metres in front of me, but stayed close enough to check how I was doing. I yelled numerous death threats at him: "William, if I get eaten by a seal, I'm going to kill you.", "Oh my god, if I die, I'm going to come back for you.". He said, "You'd be eaten by a sea lion. Not a seal." Like I really gave a damn what exactly is going to eat me. I was half serious when I yelled at William and scrambled about in the water. It was truly terrifying, and I never thought I'd be this afraid to die.
We eventually made it back to shore. The crazy thing is, as soon as we hit the small strip of sand where we left our stuff, I immediately thought: "Heck, I could totally do that again." I honestly don't understand this human instinct of invincibility for something I've only (barely) accomplished once. We made it just in time to watch the neon orange sun set slowly below the surface of the sea. The sky was illuminated pink, then faded into blue, and suddenly it was night.
