Looking through the pictures I took on vacation was a reminder that good times and fond memories are a collection of smaller moments.
Like waiting for a cable car to take us back up to Nob Hill in San Francisco. It was a long wait. But the weather was perfect, and this street performer was fabulous. We will remember him, even though we’ll never know his name.
We treated ourselves on this trip. Three days at the Bernardus Lodge in Carmel Valley was as relaxing as a week somewhere else. For all of the amenities, the vase of roses in the room stays with me for some reason.
And the deck of our room was the scene of our Rummikub wars. Wherever in the world we go, Rummikub comes. There’s always a time to stop touring, sit down with wine and cheese, and try to beat each other’s brains out in Rummikub.
Sometimes the best days just happen. One day, we had no agenda. Looking for a parking spot for one restaurant in Carmel Valley, we came across another, Cafe Rustica. My wife had read good things about it, so we parked the car, then we parked ourselves. Vacation is also about leisurely lunches when you have no particular place to go.
Seals sunning in Pacific Grove, CA. How can you not love seals sunning themselves? Seals. Sun. Smiles. Can’t beat it.
And speaking of nature, we had near-Scottsdale, AZ weather at the end of our round at Pebble Beach. And we had Pebble Beach weather the morning of our first day in Scottsdale. The storm clouds approaching our friends’ house were awesome. So was the desert storm. And we still got to tee it up later in the day.
Small moments tied together that make for one great big happy memory.
How lucky are we? Very.
And we know it.