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California Dreaming

When you live in Paradise, you sometimes take for granted just how blessed you truly are. So many times after work when I lived in San Diego, in the evenings I'd take that ten minute drive down to the beach, digging my toes in the cool golden sandy earth, breathing in that fresh salty Pacific Ocean air, relaxing, letting go of the daily stresses that encompass ones life. Listening to the waves as they crash against the shoreline, gazing off into the distance as the sun would began her evening show of setting using the blue ocean waters as her backdrop. The stage was set for a spectacular night of eye catching colors splashing the beautiful blue sky with hues of bright pinks and shades of orange. I love San Diego she never disappoints. 

Earlier this month I went with friends to San Diego. It was a first time touring the city as a tourist and not a resident. It was a strange feeling, being a tourist in my own city, but I loved every moment of seeing this beautiful place through the eyes of a visitor. 

We saw the Seals at LaJolla Cove, walked down by the Children's Pool as the water splashed over the wall soaking us or I believe it was only me who took the brunt of that cleansing. Soaked but happy, went to my favorite hiking spot, hiked around Torrey Pines, stood at the Top of Mt. Soledad and took in the beauty of San Diego and the surrounding cities, the Pacific Ocean and my most beloved Palm Trees scattered throughout. Toured beautiful Coronado Beach and the Hotel Del, drove down the strand, buried our toes beneath the golden sand, played in the sparkling ocean as the waves came crashing in, splashing us with that cool salty blue Pacific Ocean water and so much more!

It was a beautiful fun filled week, full of sunshine, laughter, smiles, love, sweetness, good local eats, beautiful scenery, and lovely people. I was happy. Peacefulness which is rare for me, fell upon the week. Love and secure, happy and I was home and I was good.

"In the flush of love's light. We Dare to be Brave. And suddenly we see that Love Cost all we are. And will ever be. Yet it is only Love which sets us Free" Maya Angelou








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