The Memories Are So Beautiful.

I wish I could put into words how beautiful California was for W, Brady and I.

Ojai: walks, coffee shops, window shopping, hikes, walks downtown in the dark, mountain sunsets, dinners outside at rotie, the playground, watching kids skateboard.

Ventura: window shopping, water fountain, coffee shop, birthday jacket boutique, little trinket shop, fish tacos.

Santa Barabara: long walks on the beach, lunch by the bum, window shopping, laying on the beach, Kardashian hotel, downtown walks, him getting the while I eat frozen yogurt.

Death Valley: oh Death Valley, our road trip.. oh gosh, no words, so perfect.

Sequoia Nationa Park: tears at the General Sherman, Moro Rock, less than average dinner, memories that will never fade.

And everywhere in between.

Breakfast and lunches at the airport Cafe, the Rock, the Peterson Farm, farmers markets, building rock towers, showing Brady the Pacific, living at the hotel, camarillo - oh Cams...two first earthquakes, sprouts, Barnes and noble, taking my parents to the Reagan Museum, rail trail, lots of hikes, the PCH. 

California was so good to us. It brings a tear to my eye, I miss it, we need more of it, we haven't explored it all, it can't end yet, can it?

New adventures for us have started. 

Queens, Manhattan, I get to take my parents and Brady there in April. I get to experience my man's world, New York is a different type of beautiful. I can't wait to see it all.