Ten.Two Thousand, Four Hundred & Seventy-Six
No alarm.
Hearing the sound of the ocean through the morning fog.
Belgian waffle, strawberries, and whipped cream. I promise myself that this is the last day of real coffee.
I try to stay back a little bit because I am enjoying eavesdropping on their conversation. The tattooed woman is here getting her Ph.D. in San Francisco, but she’s living in her travel trailer. She pulled up to town and decided this is where she wants to be. The bookstore owner says he felt the same way when he arrived.
One collection of Jack Kerouac and one new-to-me collection of short stories by Alice Munro.
Every time we come here and walk the beach, we talk through what you would need to fix up the The Grey Whale Inn and run a successful bed and breakfast. How many room nights at what average daily rate? How many employees?
Today feels like a good day to get a tattoo.
An extra day was a good idea.
Agnolotti stuffed with short rib and pork. Blueberry tart. 2018 Pichon Comtesse. Sunlight filters through the leaded glass windows. The people at the table next to us are drinking Corton-Charlemagne and talking about trying to have a baby.
More firepit conversation. Watching the sun dip into the ocean.
