One of the places I wanted to explore a little on our recent trip to the Central Coast was Pismo Beach. I'd only ever seen it briefly, driving through on the way to San Francisco and it looked like the kind of relaxed, beach town, the type similar to where my parents would sometimes take us on summer holidays. That worn, salty feeling that happens by the beach, the slight bit of rust on signage, the aged feel of the wood on the pier.
We wandered around the streets near the beach a little (plenty of bars, gaming places, casual eateries, and oddly enough, tattoo parlours), walked down the pier to watch the sunset, felt the waves as they crashed into the wooden pylons of the pier, quite far out from the sand! The light was magnificent, casting a warm glow over the hills and coastline, shadows lengthening as the sun started to dip below the horizon.
Wouldn't it be nice to have a house up on the hill, with a view of the ocean and close enough to enjoy the beach every day?! *wishful thinking*