Vacation, Defined.

Last week, when we and our band of merry friends took in the view from our house, we saw this:


And when we took in the opposite view, we saw this:


Now we are home and seeing neither. But I suppose that's why it's called "vacation." Another reason why it's called "vacation" is because inside the house there is a full-time chef making chicken mole. Or shrimp with chunks of mango. Or his favorite dessert from his hometown of Guadalajara. Or whatnot.

Other possible reasons:

a) uninterrupted reading time
b) disinterest in Internet (with exception of election news)
c) meditative quality of staring at ocean
d) children who begin to look like mermaids:


e) crazy morning fruit platters:


f) no shoes required
g) appearance of freckles

I must now continue the arduous process of re-entry, dear ones. Unfortunately, this re-entry requires stops at Kinko's, Trader Joe's, Target, and Safeway. Wish me buena suerte.