we spent a week in southern california last month. i mentioned that, yes? after nearly a decade of living in new york and stealing back for visits, i think we've let our agenda boil down to its most essential bits. dank, old bars; bright, fresh tacos; as much time with the pacific and my family as possible. a bonfire that gives your clothes a stink you have to name. simmer for ten years and the very best persists.
![fairfax greenery](http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7073/6996833053_4701be7f04_z.jpg)
![pygmy palm](http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7186/6996829995_2101625abb_z.jpg)
![joe, LA](http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7197/6850704738_0481aa90c7_z.jpg)
![after tiki ti](http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7047/6850698586_f0f86b4be3_z.jpg)
![taqueria](http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6114/6850711082_227b52c50f_z.jpg)
![bonfire, laguna](http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7208/6850712826_bc5f94ff58_z.jpg)
2 comments:
It smells? Southern California smells? Things I did not know. Glad you got home, glad you went back home after that.
There is something magical about the essence. Sounds like you've got it down, unsurprisingly.
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