Summertime Beachtime

Since quitting my job, I have approached life differently. I feel less burdened by convention, more willing to try new things. I’ve also made a conscious effort to stop living life on hold. I don’t know how long this period of flexibility (two jobs, flexible scheduling) will last, and I feel like I must take advantage of the opportunity.

Translation: work hard. play hard.
(As opposed to work hard, think hard about playing but sleep on the couch instead).

This summer, we’ve been reacquainting ourselves with California’s beautiful beaches. It has been lovely!

Pomponio State Beach, Pescadero
For the Fourth of July, we ate Arcangeli’s garlic artichoke bread (the real reason I wanted to venture to Pescadero) on the beach and ran into old friends, Esmeralda and Jaime.

Capitola Beach, Capitola
I can’t believe I’d never been here before. Carter loved playing with his bestie, Massi (he can’t say Matthew yet), sneaking over to sit in some random stranger’s pink beach chair, and watching the junior lifeguards workout on the beach.

Cowell Ranch Beach, Half Moon Bay
Carter and Massi are the best beach buds. Also, someone in our group had this incredible, inflatable, lounging contraption and I’m determined to get one too.

Santa Barbara
Continuing this summer’s tradition of semi-spontaneous adventures, we road-tripped down to Santa Barbara with my mom and step-dad. It was theoretically, a beach trip. However, true to form, we spent more time eating than we did beaching. My mom sampled almost every flavor of ice cream at McConnell’s before the poor server had to cut her off. She ordered FOUR scoops of ice cream for herself. So, in case there was any question, she is the source of my gluttonous eating genes.

Summertime is the best.

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