Once a week of staying someplace on vacation is almost over, I start feeling as if the place I am at is home. But, it will be great coming back home again with a fresh perspective of the area. I miss the hills, mountains, vastness of the landscape, and the familiar sounds of home like the birds, highway traffic. I'm milking this vacation as long as it still lasts though. It's a beautiful area, and I like seeing the ocean for a change. Perhaps when I have a family of my own, I'll buy a summer home down by the sea. There's something magical about going someplace close to the water, the smell of sea air wafting into your nose, quaint villages, restaurants, the flowers in people's gardens, walking along the beach. It's really beautiful here.
“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings -- always darker, emptier and simpler.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
I had one pan already and then a couple weeks ago found these three beautiful skillets of assorted sizes in the trash. Well it was on the sidewalk with a bookcase, an ice hockey goalie stick, and some other nice items with a sign marked 'FREE', but it is funny/AWESOME that I got them without having to pay!
Since today was a bit cooler, I seasoned them this evening.
Your kisses, sweeter than honey. But guess what, so is my money.