"If you think you might come to California, I think you should..."
I'm in California. This would have never happened a year ago.
The sun, so strong on my pale Boston skin. The breeze, warm and fresh, straight off the mountains. Crepes, sweet and filling, fresh from a street market. Fresh fruit and strong coffee. Homemade meals. A big, comfy bed in a beautiful house. Chatting and playing tennis. Long phone calls to my love back home -- no pressure, no resentment. Complete support.
I can't wait for this trip to really start. We're going through the mountains to Santa Cruz today.
The sun, so strong on my pale Boston skin. The breeze, warm and fresh, straight off the mountains. Crepes, sweet and filling, fresh from a street market. Fresh fruit and strong coffee. Homemade meals. A big, comfy bed in a beautiful house. Chatting and playing tennis. Long phone calls to my love back home -- no pressure, no resentment. Complete support.
I can't wait for this trip to really start. We're going through the mountains to Santa Cruz today.