
If there’s anything these last two years have taught me, it is this return to me and being comfortable with the things I love and a weekly routine inculcated when I was small. It brings me to this notion of how precious weekends are, especially when a birthday lands on them. This long holiday weekend, I’m discovering the music between the notes of an open road and a small-town charm with which I was first acquainted five years ago with a dear friend. While city-dwellers have now altogether swarmed Pescadero in California, at least for this weekend, I am still quite determined to hear those musical strains in the present in a newer context, with a little more bravado.
Photo by Rina Ayuyang in Pescadero, California
Cindy’s Country Store
Open Road on Highway 1
Filed under In My Life, Philosophical, The Bay Area, Travel
Tagged with artichoke green chile soup, birthdays, California, Cindy's Country Store, Duarte's Tavern, Highway 1, music between the notes, ollalieberry pie, Pescadero, weekends