Ryan and I had a bit of a roller coaster ride in early February. We had decided to go beach camping for Valentine’s Day, and then, less than 2 weeks before hand, I came down with a crazy stomach virus.
I went out the first day and bought all the right things that I thought would fix me. They didn’t.
I missed some work. I went to urgent care. They told me to give it a week, and if it didn’t get better in a week, to come back again.
Nothing I put in me for about 5 days stayed in for any time at all. Around day 5, Ryan came down with the same thing. It was not pretty. We were a mess. By the time I was one week in and Ryan was 2 really intense days into stomach virusness, I drove to work to pick him up (he had had to teach and was shaking by the end of the lab). We drove to Ralph’s and sat in the parking lot trying to muster enough strength to go inside and buy gatorade for half an hour before I finally sucked it up and went in. Ryan stayed in the car shaking.
I somehow managed to buy a ton of gatorade, some crappy soup, and even some capri suns.
And we finally started to get better.
A chocolate scone from Coral Tree Cafe was my first “real food.” It was delicious.
And by Valentine’s Day, we were both recovered enough that we were pretty sure camping was going to be fine. [Spoiler alert: we survived just fine]
On the way up to Malibu, we stopped to pick up some breakfast supplies.
And we stopped into Malibu Seafood for some lunch before checking in to the campground.
Then we continued up the coast to our campground.
And while Ryan unpacked our gear, I made drinks.
In case you were wondering: yes, these are the leftover Capri Suns from our stomach virus, and yes, capri suns + white wine = pretty awesome beach drink.
Naturally, Ryan was rigging up this whole time and couldn’t wait to hit the water.
Once it started to get dark, we headed back to our campsite.
We built a fire and the sun set really fast.
We ate turtles (not the animal–this kind, which I learned girl scout camping) and riceroni (two of our camping staples) and spiked apple cider and smores, but you’ll have to trust me on all of that because it was way too dark for pictures.
I woke up the next morning to this view:
Some people want restaurant dinners and chocolates and roses for Valentines. But I’ll take smores and a campfire and waking up to waves crashing over all that any day.
We went on a quick round of fishing at the far end of the beach, and then went back to make breakfast and pack up.
Upon returning to LA, I baked up some adorable spritz cookies. You didn’t think I’d let a holiday go by without a cute baking project, did you?