Eleven O’Clock Road Trips

by Becky on November 20, 2012

in Travel


Years ago we lived in Carmel, California, a place so beautiful you could only otherwise imagine it on the front of a postcard. Colliding with all the tourists there always made me smile. Inevitably, they’d wander down to the bottom of Ocean Avenue, content to put their feet in the sand at Fourth Street. I always admired the folks who hiked all the way down to the River Beach, the place the locals owned.

We’re River Beachers today, heading up toward the mountains to poke around in the spots the locals claim. But they’re marvelous sharers, these Catalunyans. So gracious, and always eager to give us little tours when we ask questions. I could learn a thing or two from them.

I’ll be back with stories.

Hasta pronto!

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