My Wife Zsuzsa - Part 9

 Thursday, August 10, 2000, we headed to Marine World for the second time. The first time we had gone to Marine World, everything was perfect, but the second time, everything seemed to go wrong. Many of the rides were broken down, and we got rained on. Once in particular we waited in a long line for a ride, and then right when we were almost to the front, they closed down the ride. Zsuzsa started complaining about the day, and I took it personally. I felt insulted because I felt responsible for having taken her on a date that wasn't going well. "Let's just leave right now," I said toward the end of the morning, "I don't care how much we paid for admission. If you aren't having fun, let's just leave."

We left and still had a lot of the day ahead of us, so we decided to head for the coast and try to find something else to do. We had a little bit of a fight in the car about how the morning had gone, her attitude, and my reaction to it. Within a couple hours, though, we were back to our normal, happy, and in-love selves again.

We decided to take a drive along Highway 1 and find a beach where we could walk along the ocean. The scenery on the drive along Highway 1 is breathtaking! You must drive carefully, though, because it is a very windy road and you are driving along the edge of a cliff. We enjoyed the scenery of the drive, and then tried to find a place where we could find beach access (preferably for free since we'd already spent a lot of money on the aborted visit to Marine World).

Finally we saw a sign for beach access and pulled off. I parked the car and walked over to a little kiosk where a man was there to take the money for entrance to the beach. I asked about the price of entry, and this creepy man told me that it was $7 per vehicle, but that it was a nude beach! I went back to the car and informed Zsuzsa that we would have to look for another beach access FAR AWAY! We drove on further and finally found a good beach access where we could walk along the beach and wade in the shallow part of the water.

We were approaching the end of her visit and talk of marriage was getting more serious. She would be flying back that Monday which was only four days away. When we first talked about getting married earlier that week, it was "in a year or two when you (Zsuzsa) finish college." Then it quickly became "next summer." Next it was "after this next semester of college we'll get married in January, and then you'll finish college here." Well, on Saturday the conversation turned toward a much nearer wedding date.

To be continued...