The time we spent on the beach is easy to remember. I have the pictures to tell the story. It's a story of time spent lounging, and playing, and tanning, and walking. The time that is a little more difficult to portray is the time spent beyond the beach.
I'm not talking about those days that involved a scheduled event like a quick trip to Santa Barbara, but the days just spent living.
Once sunscreen wasn't enough and a fine dusting of sand covered most of our skin, that's when we would make our way back up to the house.
There we would feast on farmer's market fruits and breads, accompanied by an unnatural amount of coffee. The television would already be tuned to something filmed in black and white, like The Andy Griffith Show or I Love Lucy.
For me, it was the most natural thing in the world to be surrounded by the people that are most like me. For the engineer, it wasn't quite as natural, but for the time there, he was a trooper. Although I don't think he minded returning home to his regularly scheduled programming... ESPN.