Before I sign off I have to add this one shot of one of our most important landmarks. Our hotel was right down the street from the creepiest looking taco stand in the universe. It looks like some one crossed a failed McDonalds with a Swiss Cheese Shop and just left the decor as is in order to gross out all potential customers.

I’m sure this place makes great tacos, but it was way to creepy to consider eating there.

One thing it did do, however, was guide us home each night. For that I will be forever grateful.

I was glad to get one last shot at a picture of a pelican. I like shooting birds in flight, and I can’t nab one of these suckers at home. (can I?)

Friday morning surfers… lots of them.

Check it out, there are plenty of rental and lease space available, right on the water! We should totally take advantage of this!

Here is a beach’s eye view of the pier. Our destination was the Cafe, way off in the distance.

I haven’t posted any pictures from our last day in California, so here we go.

The day’s events consisted of breakfast on the pier at Ocean Beach, sitting in traffic, and flying home.

Here we see a beach stereotype in plain view. The older gentleman wandering around the beach with a metal detector. It’s not a perfect example as this gentleman is not wearing black shoes and socks.

Still though, not bad.

It’s Sunday. today is without question the second worst day in the history of mankind on the planet Earth.

Today is the last day before I go back to work after my very wonderful, very long, vacation. I can’t face it. I would rather stick a pitch fork through my eye than go back to work tomorrow. I would rather get a job as a parking lot attendant than go back to work tomorrow.

I exaggerate, of course, but you get the picture. I want to stay on vacation for the foreseeable future. Forever, in fact. I want to move to San Diego and open that damn ice cream shop. Failing that I’ll settle for working at a t-shirt shop on the beach, the way those half-wits on Jersey Shore did. I’d take that, really.

I DON’T WANNA GO BACK TO WORK!!!!!!!

Oceans… Plural.

On Thursday we swam in the Pacific Ocean.

On Friday we didn’t swim in the Pacific, but we did have breakfast on a pier stretching over the shore of the Pacific.

Now that we are back home in New England, how were we to spend our afternoon?

We went for a swim in the Atlantic Ocean.

Now do you get it? Oceans, plural?

What the hell time is it?
What the hell day is it?

Do I want the vacation to be over? No.
Do I want to go back to California right now? Yes.

Having said that…

Was it really nice to sleep in my own bed last night? Yes.
Was it really nice to plop down in my own living room this morning? Yes.
Did I automatically pull up the blinds this morning to see if there were any deer in the backyard? Yes.

Welcome home!