My glorious weekend was spent in Cambria, CA, a darling little beach town along the central coast. The flea market in Nipomo, was just the beginning to our weekend adventure. My Auntie and I drove all over the country side scouring antique malls, clothing and home decor boutiques, breaking for lunch at a fabulous little restaurant called Novo, where we sat out on the deck overlooking the creek running through San Luis Obispo - sipping Chardonnay from one of the local wineries (of course!). Ahh-mazing. I needed it. The vacation that is, not the wine...although it definitely helped :) It was a time of reflection. A time of prayer, peace-seeking, soul-searching, reflection. Not only did I get 13 hours of solitude in the car (each way), but I also had several thought provoking conversations with my aunt and her friend Lisa. Two strong women of faith, with solid marriages (of 30+ years each) and great advice. Over a glass of red wine, crackers, fruit and brie, we hashed out my life, my future, and the pending happiness in which I seek. I still don't have all of the answers, but I feel like I am closer. It was actually very sad for me to have to return to Oregon. I left a piece of my heart back in Cambria, and I'm starting to think I need to visit every few months for therapeutic purposes. This is why...
I passed this view point on my way to their house on Friday night. It was so beautiful, I had to stop. The hills looked like they had green velvet draped over them the way the sun hit. Stunning. You can see Morro Bay and Haystack Rock in the far distance along the shore line.
This was my "escort" as soon as I pulled into their driveway. He walked along side my car until I parked. He was strikingly beautiful.
You can see a bit of the pie shoppe and gift store that share the property with my aunt and uncle. Darling. This peacock thinks he owns the place though...poops wherever he pleases. My aunt hates him and I don't blame her after his ridiculous squawking in the wee morning hours. It was mating season - hence his fabulous tail feathers being present. They all fall out after his season is up. He was a lonely bird.
Lemon blossoms. Intoxicating. I'm obsessed.
Look at the amazing backdrop from their driveway. Love.
Roses, jasmine, lemon blossom, and fresh coastal air - if I could bottle the scent of the air standing in this spot, I would be rich.
Down to the creek we go...
Presh.
A perfect porch for such conversations to occur. I am forever grateful.
just because.
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