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Recently a friend of mine was vacationing in California. He rented a little cottage on the beach in Malibu for a couple weeks.
I'm sure you've heard of Malibu, right?
It's the land of the extremely rich and the most famous of celebrities. It's also the place of ongoing fires and mudslides. Such is the terrain of Malibu ….
When I was a kid, and before the area was so exclusive, my paternal grandparents used to have a house on the sand in Malibu. We'd visit every summer. I have a lot of childhood memories of playing on the beach there with my siblings. It was a time in my life when everything was safe, secure, and carefree. Of course, it probably wasn't that way for the adults, but I was a kid and, for me – the youngest of three children, it was a time of fun-filled beach days.
I thought about all of these things, and more, as I made the two hour drive from my house to Malibu last week.
My host had invited me for lunch. He loves to cook and his cooking abilities far exceed those of anyone else I've ever known. He told me to relax out on the deck while he worked on lunch.
If you insist ….
He brought me wine, homemade, fresh salsa and chips to enjoy as he cooked.
Did someone say low-carb?
I don't know what you're talking about.
While he was busy cooking, I began exploring with my camera.
There were steps leading down from the cottage.
The steps led to a lower deck.
I wanted to move in. Right then. That very same day.
If I had an unlimited budget, I think I'd rent out the cottage for a few weeks. It was so quiet there. I would spend my time reading, writing, and roaming the coast with my camera. It would be heaven.
In the winter, being alone in the cottage, would be powerful in an isolating, haunting, and fantastic way. I can imagine the waves crashing against the rocks in a storm.
I love the ocean.
I love the beach.
Visiting Malibu was a little bit like going home …
Back to my childhood.
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