For some part of my winter break, I have been able to spend a few days in California with some family. The first of few days were spent with my father in Laguna Beach, CA. His home is placed right on the coast and the overlook into the nearby bay holds such beauty its excruciating. My favorite thing to do when I visit my father is to carefully run along the twisting steps that lead down to the rocks where the ocean waves hit and explore the loveliness of the sea. Another favorite of mine is to go eat delicious panang curry at Royal Thai Cuisine; the precious spice bowls pictured above are from there. As well, my father recently got his pilot's license, he can't get enough of being in the sky, and so he took me flying in a small plane. It was a wonderful experience to float over my father's home and the ocean.
My last day in California was spent at my Granny's house; my most favorite place to be. Whenever a safe haven is needed to be thought of, my Granny's backyard always fills my mind with warmth. As you leave the sliding glass door to get to the backyard you'll notice a whittled piece of wood the size of your thumb placed on the wall parallel from the lock of the door. The piece of wood was whittled by my Grandpa; it is a constant nostalgic glow of his presence. In my Granny's house, my Grandpa's touch is inescapable for his helpful creations are in every corner of the home. He whittled the piece of wood so that as you step out into their beautiful yard and close the old sliding glass door the door will not lock behind you; the door tends to latch itself locked without the presence of the whittled piece of wood. Said description of the whittled wooden piece was not expected...but it's difficult not to embrace the flood of nostalgic thought that enters one's mind when they see any object that holds a life of its own. And I am not one to push away the flow of past memories or feelings. All in all, my time spent at my Granny's was filled with joy, love, tranquility, and belly laughs to the point our stomachs ached and our cheeks hurt from smiling. Beyond thankful for the loving and beautiful beings in my life.
Anna Marie Valenti
A bird's eye view into my world.
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