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After I dropped mom off at work I went to Balboa [Pier] to watch the surf. My favorite coffee place wasn’t open yet, so I drove up memory lane to Huntington [Beach]. Starbucks messed up my order. Lukewarm chocolate milk. Oh well.

Realized at Balboa that I had journaled there the last night before I left for Amman. Kind of like closing a miniature loop. Waves were pretty awesome but nobody was out on account of the rain. Too many toxins washing out from storm drains. A beautiful tragedy - great surf with nothing to do but watch. Maybe a metaphor for my trip: both happy and sad at the same time.