Dana Point

There is just something so incredibly wonderful about the beach. Don't ya think? So spending a couple of days in Dana Point before heading to Los Angeles for work was a no-brainer. I ended up at the hotel we used to go to as a family every year and it was like going home. So familiar. So peaceful. They even serve those same Swenhard danishes for breakfast. (The raspberry ones are still my favorite.) :)


I had a room on the third floor, in the front, with a private balcony and beautiful view of the Pacific. And I pretty much just sat there for three days straight.


Ok, lest you think I really did just sit there like a slug the entire time, I did head down to the harbor one afternoon to eat lunch at Jon's . . .


And one morning I wasted a full tank of gas driving along the coast. Mom and Dad let me take the Mustang and I'm happy to report that I took full advantage . . .


But honestly, there's nothing I love more than just watching the ocean. Feeling the cool breeze, smelling the salt water, fighting the imminent burn on my lily-white skin. Oh, it's the best form of therapy.