From a personal standpoint, I had just one objective during last weekend’s trip to the West Coast: dip my toes in the Pacific Ocean.
I’d actually been to California several times before and had even visited the beach to see the Pacific, but had never actually set foot in the water. It seemed like something I needed to do.
So on Saturday afternoon a small group of Revolution staffers hopped in a cab and told the driver to take us to Redondo Beach, which was the closest to our hotel.
“Redondo, huh? Everyone else is going to Hermosa, but you want to go to Redondo,” he said.
It seemed like a not-so-subtle hint that we were making the wrong decision.
“Should we go to Hermosa instead?” I asked.
“I would,” the cabbie responded. “It’s only five minutes further and there’s a lot more action.”
Never one to pass up a good tip, I told him to take us to Hermosa Beach.
We certainly didn’t end up disappointed with our decision. We arrived in the midst of a beach volleyball tournament – an incredibly underrated sport – and immediately made our way down to the water to get our feet wet, literally. The water was cold, but refreshing. And it was the Pacific.
After spending a bit of time on the pier watching the surfers – including one older, overweight gentleman who did a full headstand while riding a wave – we retreated to the boardwalk for a bit of lunch on the water.
Now if only we could’ve picked up three points against Chivas USA that night, the trip would’ve been perfect …