California was exactly what I needed in order to digest my trip and nourish my body back to health. I left California at a young age and even though I would spend summers and Christmas vacation with family and friends there, this was the first extended amount of time I spent with my (half) brother since he was 17 years older than me. At that time he had a 1 bedroom apartment in Malibu across from Carbon beach with his girlfriend and 2 cats.
He is an OG surfer in a punk rock band called The Harsh Carpets with a classic mustang that runs 11 second quarter miles. The days were spent at the beach, playing music, BBQing and going to parties so pretty much standard California days, nothing too out of the ordinary besides a pretty crazy swell that I got a few good shots of.
After about a month or so I left California feeling refreshed and like a much different person than I had when I first started my trip.