10 Things I Noticed About Summer Vacation



Waffles on our morning beach walk.


I was stressed the day we left for vacation. Had I packed everything we needed?

VRBO disappointed me. The condo was way smaller than it looked online. I didn’t realize there was only one window that looked out into a parking lot and no ocean breeze because it was on the wrong side of the building.

After three days, I relaxed. We aren’t moving into the condo for good. It’s only a week and we can make the best of it. With my glass half full, I can say it’s clean, comfortable and we love the location a block from the beach.



The marina in Santa Barbara.

We are outside every day enjoying the fresh air. It’s such a big deal to be out of the AC of home where it’s 115 degrees and more.

Sailing was exhilarating, breathtaking and yes—filled with fresh air.





We love Carpinteria because of friends. Dinners al fresco, walks along the beach at sunset, and swimming are all better with friends. We’re fortunate to have best friends who love to entertain and cook for us. We’re even more fortunate they didn’t get tired of us after a week.

Morning beach walks are the best. They’re better than my walk around the neighborhood and park at home. Waffles the pug loved his beach time and playing with new friends.

I loved having my daughter join us for vacation. I hope it’s a tradition she continues for years to come.

Swimming helped me relax. After swimming masters with my friend and her daughter as a coach, I felt good for the rest of the day.

Why don’t we live in Carpinteria? Why was our vacation so short?


My daughter lap swimming.


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