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A university campus of an older established university has always excited me. The smell of freshly printed books in the college bookstore, vaulted ceilings of immense libraries, energetic young crowds on bikes, submerged in their thoughts professors, sexy lassies on the green lawns, beautiful open stadiums with muscular lads, all these combine and blend into a powerful energy flowing through the alleys of a good schools. The vibe emanating from the scholastic grounds overwhelms me, the sky is the limit here, everything is possible, I can become an astronaut, a doctor, a musician, an actress, or Nobel laureate. I am young, smart, and beautiful, I can do it all! I know this is not exactly like that but for a moment I want to entertain these dreams. This smells like opportunity, it is anticipation of something great. It is like waiting for the New Year holiday, you don’t know where you will be and what you will be doing but you wait for it, don’t you? It is as if somebody tells me that I will have sex with an amazing lover but I don’t know yet who he will be, I just know it will be splendid.
When travelling, some people visit museums, some people indulge in local foods, some people check out sport arenas, and I like to visit university book stores. So, here I am @ the Stanford’s bookstore, first having my coffee and then strolling down the rows of the bookshelves. I really want to be a part of all that or at least pretend for a moment or two. So, I find my way to transform to a proper Stanford student, who knows this might be just my first step? Check out my transformation in this gallery.
Big Basin Redwoods
They lived in the groves, by the springs in the shady mountain passes, surrounded by the magnificent nature. Together with satyrs they sang and danced in the emerald meadows to the music of magic flutes and murmuring brooks. Their naked bodies were manifestation of youth, joy, and happiness. Temptation and desire were in the air and sorrows and grieves had no place in these glorious days when the world was young. I have always wanted to be an airy miraculous nymph, to be one with the nature, to free myself of annoying clothes, to enjoy heavenly lightness of every single movement of my body. Well… my dream came true, for a day I became a small part of the mighty prehistoric forest. You should see it with your own eyes!
Bixby Bridge
Coastal areas around Santa Cruz turned out to be very foggy and unhospitable but in the 3 mile radius of Santa Cruz the sunshine prevailed. It seems like the city has its own very special micro climate. So, after investigating nude beaches (see the previous blog) we ended up in a nice and warm Santa Cruz. The motel was expensive and trashy, so, we tried to get out of it as early in the morning as possible. Quckly jumped into the car and drove all the way through Monteray and Carmel to this magnificet Bridge.
The place was very popular so, it took us quite a while to take all the pictures I hope you will enjoy.
Bonny Doon
I despise any other beaches but the nude ones!
Bay area is known for its liberal spirit. According to the Internet, a number of the spots on the pacific coast starting from the Half Moon Bay and all the way to Santa Barbara have somewhat relaxed clothing requirements :-) We used this web page as our guide:
http://www.santacruz.com/attractions/nude-beaches
and charged staight to Bonny Doon. The beach turned out to be a very cute little beach with approximately 10-15 folks enjoyin themselves. Since in my heart I am a big investigator of this planet, I could not settle for the terra charted and populated; so, I moved to the beach next to Bonny Doon. And boy I was rewarded for my inquisitiveness. This place is completely out of this world! Just check the pictures!