Perfection in Pismo Beach

I always forget to pull out my down coat when I go home to Pismo. I think 'California=warm' and somehow forget that every Pismo Beach summer day since I can remember has been foggy and cold until at least noon. And let's not forget that dad has a dream of having an indoor/outdoor home so until he makes every wall into either a window or sliding glass door, all windows and doors in the house are left open... no matter how cold it is.

But Pismo was perfection, even the cold, foggy mornings. Because they were spent eating big yummy breakfasts on the porch (shivering) with Mom, Dad, and Kristina. And the afternoons were spent running errands with Mom or Dad, hiking with Kristina, going to the best hole in the wall Mexican restaurant I have every been to, walking on the beach with the fam (turned into beach cleanups initiated by Kristina), watching Kristina swim in the ocean while I did the run in, dive into a wave, and run out. Evenings were spent with Kristina replaying over and over again our favorite 'So You Think You Can Dance' performances, trading massages, and talking about how similar our lives and recent life lessons actually are.

It was a perfect, sweet welcome back to my home state.

Beach Profile... Kristina

Beach Profile... me

Montaña de Oro

Beach Cleanup! Thank you for inspiring us Kristina:)