3/9/14

Dear Mishka,

I woke up the second morning in March 9thour new place. Matthew pointed to look out the window at our view of the ocean when he noted that it was so clear we could see the island of Guadalupe in the distance. I'm still waiting for reality to smack me one.

I've walked along the beach 1/2 dozen times now to get to town and it still seems like a vacation, and I'm waiting to be told we have to go home by Saurday.

This place has such high ceilings and tile floors that it echoes. But the cats take great joy in the echo, they sit on the landing and wail loudly until we come looking to see what is wrong, and then they look at us with innocent eyes like a 9-year old who has been caught up to no good.

Love
The Blonde