A Trip To Laguna Beach
Warning for those who don't want to find themselves exposed to romanticism: I'm going to gush over my sweet boy who took me on this trip. You have been notified.
Since this is my last week prior to starting the new job, and the only week in awhile that I didn't have to actively hunt for a job, The Boy decided to take me on a mini-mini break to Laguna Beach. We drove down Tuesday evening, and returned last night. It was a lovely unstructured time. We went out to nice meals, visited the tide pools, looked in art galleries and shops, almost bought a $5500 watercolor, and generally relaxed. Heaven.
We hiked around going from tide pool to tide pool, climbing along rockfaces, uphill, downhill, up PCH and down PCH. It was fun and sweet and great together-time. What a lucky girl I am to have this wonderful person in my life, who looks out for me in this thoughtful way, making sure that I enjoy myself and get to have some fun before rejoining the working world.
He was also there to help me up when I fell down the smallest of inclines made by the tide and twisted my ankle. And when I tripped outside the pottery shack. And now that I have a very sore ankle.
Following are some pictures from our trip. [sigh] What a great time we had.
From the patio of C'est La Vie,
where we had an absolutely delicious breakfast
Looking down at the beach
Birds at play in the water
They look like daisies underwater, but it's really a whole bunch of anemones where the tide had deposited some goodies
The Boy
Pink and disheveled
At Sunset
I love The Boy so much. Isn't he just the sweetest? To take me on this trip (when I'm unemployed and broke), to treat me to such a great little getaway...well, he's the best. I'm so very lucky and happy.
