We have been traveling around, staying in different towns for a week or two at a time, exploring the areas we knew we would enjoy (but hadn’t spent enough time to know if we should live there).
A lucky wrong turn while looking for a restaurant landed the kids and me at El Capitan, where the prices were fair, and the food was fresh and delish. You can hear the sizzling of your food being prepared, the smell of fajitas cooking on the grill, a pile of coconuts on the floor nearby, and some local young artists dancing flamenco and playing traditional music. Cars whizzing by on the beach road nearby reminding us of the crazy, fun growth happening in this hip little town that we once fell in love with on a family vacation, and I would be lying if I didn’t admit that I got a little teary eyed writing this because… it is obvious to me now that we. are. home. Where are we?