The last of winter’s rains are washing through the streets, but a sudden profusion of skirts and sandals says that San Francisco is ready for spring. I’m with the masses–Mother Nature needs to pick up the pace and get summery! But without the aid of a weather-controlling device, I’ve really only got two choices: wait out the chill, or drive south to SoCal.
It took me some time away from home to really appreciate Southern California. In fact, this has been the first year spring has really signaled an inner craving for a day on the beach. I’ve found myself flipping through swimwear catalogues, pricing tickets to the coast, and wondering how well those spray tans work–the whole pre-summer ritual. And every time I begin planning my escape, I start with Laguna Beach.