It's not very purist, but I still draw in a book occasionally instead of sketchpad. Maybe it's a way to tell myself it's nothing serious, so relax. Did this late at night in the hotel room when I couldn't sleep. Strange thing is, I really didn't read the page I was drawing on, but it still reads "Bernal lounged in a chair..."
Until I get settled, can't share any of the color and ambience, but...
Gestures like this quickie above are the drawing equivalent of what my photo instructor called "grab shots." But sometimes I get an urge to enlarge a tiny quickie like this, so that it covers an entire wall, because it seems that only in a little sketch can you get that spontaneous feeling or the largeness of the feeling you are actually trying to express. The ocean is SO BIG, and my sketchpad so small. 
Took a week to go to Laguna Beach, and spent the time with sensors on full alert. A former Californian, I'd never been to L.B. before. It sort of reminded me of the Sixties, only lots more expensive! Was everyone so beautiful then? Took lots of pictures: of ambience, light effects, reflections, buildings under construction, plants, people, and events. Remembered to draw: in the room, at the beach, anywhere I could. I drew in public too: what challenge number is that? There was time of course to play in the surf, too! It's amazing how a change of place shakes up your way of seeing. For me, it was like suddenly rediscovering color, and I want to surf that wave of energy for as long as it lasts. 
