Sunday, June 10, 2018. After Sunday morning Mass at St. Eugene’s Cathedral in Santa Rosa, six of us headed to the coast. Despite some hindrances along the way, and a longer than expected route tailing tourists unfamiliar with the windy roads, it turned out to be a splendid day. The raw and magnificent weather was in stark contrast to the previous day, yet spoke no less of God’s glory. A fierce and pounding wind, which set to flight gales of stinging sand, posed a difficulty as there were few places free from this affliction. Finally, the tiny band of travellers agreed to huddle beneath the meagre shelter of some driftwood. After gaining some courage, one by one, they chose to brave the weather and go adventuring through the airborne sand. The sheer power of wind and surf set to flight one’s fancy to the farthest reaches of the earth. One could have almost sworn a Viking ship was about to crest the horizon as the mighty thunder of the waves pounded the beach and threatened to sweep one into the swirling sea. Despite the wind whipping through the pile of wood, the merriment and jollification of the previous day, expressed primarily in puns and song, continued uninterrupted and increased with the addition of dark chocolate and some savories. Surely not every ancient Egyptian dish was spiced with grit? we asked. We left this raw and wondrous experience of nature, laughing, rosy cheeked, and with the beginning of new dreadlocks. Glory to God who made the wind and the sea!