Another Day in the Sun

Another Sunday, I woke early. The sun was just peeking over the mountains outside my window. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I grabbed my phone to check the time. Six-fifty in the morning. Time to get up.

I climbed into my wheelchair and rolled into the bathroom to start the day. Since it was my day off, I decided to go casual—sweatpants and a T-shirt. Just relaxed enough to let the world know it’s a day off.

After a short drive down the freeway, I found myself at a Mexican restaurant called Sayulitas in San Marcos, home of the biggest burritos I’ve ever seen. One burrito could probably feed a small army. Not really—but it definitely takes a while to finish.

I always like stopping here on the way to the beach. The small restaurant has music playing that instantly puts you in the mood for authentic Mexican food. Customers are constantly coming and going, which is usually the best sign that the food is good.

My girl and I ordered three small fish tacos dressed with crema, red salsa, cabbage, onions, and tomato. These tacos were screaming for your taste buds—and they didn’t disappoint.

I also went with a chorizo breakfast burrito, which again was bigger than most regular burritos. It’s like your normal burrito had a baby… and they were all invited to the party.

Eventually we arrived at the beach, where a surf competition was already in full swing. Beachgoers clustered along the sand watching the surfers carve through the waves. The crowd cheered while some spectators scanned the water with binoculars trying to catch every ride.

Surfer vans packed the parking lot, and the scene was set for a perfect day of sand and surf.

The sky was bright blue, the wind gentle, and the smell of saltwater filled the air. The temperature hovered around seventy degrees, with the breeze serving as a constant reminder that Mother Nature is still in charge.

My girl and I sat back and relaxed, sipping our drinks—water for her, coffee for me. I pulled out my binoculars and watched a few heats of the competition. Some surfers rode the waves for fun, others for business, and you could hear the crowd cheering for their favorites.

By midday the sun started showing its grit. The temperature climbed toward eighty and the heat began to wear on us. Sweaty and sun-tired, we finally called it a day and headed back to the city.

We left the beach a little exhausted, a little sunburned, and carrying just a little more color thanks to the California sun.

Just another day worth remembering…..