The weather has been beyond perfect. (Perhaps the only nice thing that Sandy ever did for anyone) Golden and sunny, with blue skies. Warm during the day, sweater weather with a crackling fire at night. The Man and I took advantage of all this day-time gorgeousness and went to the beach this weekend, where I knocked the following things off my “vacation” to-do list:
It was a perfect afternoon.
Pfeiffer Beach in Big Sur, California is amazing. It’s a hard-to-spot entrance off of Highway 1 and a two mile drive down on a one lane road. Go if you can…it’s absolutely breathtaking.
I am missing my friend Nan and that golden California light.
I am loving my hair straight and my new vintage sunnies.
(more vacation pictures to come and back to regular posting next week)
I’m back in town. I have that I’m-so-tired-from-vacation-that-I-need-another-vacation thing going on.
And oh, I think I’m moving to California…
(photos to follow)
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My Whack-A-Mole prize (Domo!) at the Santa Monica pier. I biked there from Venice Beach on my friend Nan’s bad-ass banana seat 1 speed Schwinn. Vacation rocks.
These past couple of days have been one big push. Push push push. It could be because I’m going on vacation tomorrow and there’s always a million things to do rightbeforeyouleave, or, it could just be the way life is. I’m thinking it’s the latter.
Everyday, life is catching up with you. Right at your heels, nipping. Do this, do that. Run here, run there. Call, email, fax, speak, listen. Repeat.
Vacation, is you catching up with life. The little things. The living things. The eatdrinkbemerryandlove things. How lovely.
So: Here’s to Vegas and L.A.
Here’s to West Coast friends, kissing the cold Pacific, eating stellar food, smiling in the California sun and maybe, just maybe, winning a few bucks at the tables while hanging out with Lady Luck.
Here’s to catching up with life…
