Someone lied to me. You see for all this time I thought California was so sexy – pristine beaches, bustling boardwalks, In-N-Out Burger, Pacific Ocean sunsets, and glamourous beach houses. Maybe it was all those years watching Baywatch when I was younger or listening to too much Beach Boys.  I had romanticized California. Who knew that there were miles of cow pastures on I-5, deserts in Southern California, and a street called “Santa Clause Lane” in Santa Barbara that Santa didn’t actually live on. Shocking right? Well those aren’t…

After traveling for over three weeks for the month of March, you would’ve expected me to hurry home to enjoy a little rest and relaxation before kicking off April, right? The hurry part I did, driving as far as I could Friday night from Los Angeles and stopping at a hotel for a few hours, before continuing on the last 150 miles on Saturday morning to San Francisco. But when I arrived at the car rental place on Saturday morning at 12:15 to find out that it closed…

How do I sum up a year in 1,000 words? I’ve got the where down – looking out at the same scene I was looking at a year ago: The sun setting behind the Pacific Ocean horizon. The difference being that I’m now in San Francisco, taking a break in between work, compared to last year, when I was in Costa Rica and had just arrived at the beach after spending the day on a boat on the Rio Tempisque feeding crocodiles and monkeys. Yet I can’t quite…

There’s a painting hanging up in the guest bedroom of my mom’s house. In it, you see a little boy, no older than 5 years old, with dark brown, curly hair and long white legs, sitting on the steps of a beach house on the shores of North Carolina. Atop the staircase, the boy appears deep in thought, resting his chin on his hand, similar to that of The Thinker, as he watches the waves gently crash on the shore as the sun rises above the horizon. That…

Sunset over the Pacific Ocean off the Costa Rica Coast.