a small break from reality

is what happens when you leave

hot hot phoenix

and step onto balboa island.

you wake up in the morning and justify a walk for coffee and doughnuts.

step aside group of old men....coffee talking about worldly affairs,

here i come with my mother load of children

and hunger for an extra large coffee and perhaps a hippo cookie...

for later of course,

yet i must admit if there were no children around it would be

me.hippo cookie.coffee.book.outside.silencio.

how sweet are these lovely ladies

checking out the scene on the balboa pier?

some hungry mom's were well pleased that this pier ended in

hamburgers, fries, and milkshakes,

all enjoyed in the lovely grassy park nearby.

who wants sandy dinner, not me.

i think i am beginning to sound as if all i eat is junk.

only on vacation, or on special occasions, i think.

and could i just have a bit of this girl's

let loose courage for one minute?

it was really after dinner
so at least 6ish

and once we were close to the water

without a moments notice,

the clothes came off

(i encouraged keeping undies on)

and lots of rolling in the sand ensued.

pearls and pink polka dot undies,

sunset on the beach.

doesnt get any better, really.