These days are blending into one another and turning into weeks. This is our third week in California and it still feels like vacation even though we have our belongings and drive in our own cars.
Today is the first day that it feels like summer. The sun is shining and there's a sweet ocean breeze from the west luring us down to the sand. I've organized the beach wagon left by our landlords for us to enjoy. The tires are large and will travel over sand; the perfect way to drag all the crap necessary for afternoons on the beach.
Speaking of the beach, we've found ours. Directly down the street is a busy part of our town, not necessarily friendly for sunbathing, although many do. The beach we've claimed as ours is a little south. There's a lifeguard station and a swing set; appealing to me, (safety), and my girl, (entertainment.)
We're enjoying real Mexican food with two terrific, local options: one is small with just a counter, a taco shack really, and the other is what you'd expect of California. On the beach, with a view of the ocean and sunsets, space heaters and delicious food.
We're happy here, slowly carving our niche and trying to make new friends. As always, infiltration is difficult, but I'm pushing my comfort zone and reaching out to the people I know here with children, trying to provide interaction for both mama and her girl.
Slowly, it's beginning to feel like home.
