“Your hips inspire me,” I hear a voice from behind. I smiled and took the compliment graciously, but couldn’t take it to heart wholeheartedly after all it’s about perspective and from what I have seen and grown to know so far, there is not much hip swinging around town.
The mindset is not keen on change and anything influenced by Afro-Cuban culture is jarring and shrilling to most. Now if that voice from behind me came from someone like Shakira or Ms. Jackson well then my eyelids may have batted more. “How do you do that?” the same voice asked the next week after the song ended. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders while my hips continued to move to the beats of the next song the Zumba instructor had selected. “If I could move like that I would lose ten pounds,” she continued. While I don’t cavort about for the sake of keeping my girlish figure, it’s a side effect to what I love to do and if it inspires the kind-worded woman next to me well then I feel even better about moving. If only I could feel some inspiration by someone…something around here. My mind keeps winding back to the good old days like this memorable day of creeping up an ascending path to a mountaintop skirted with lavender.
I followed along as my little bears cantered along trails stirring up dust that settled on fawny limbs and some of our bare limbs.
This little adventure, some ways from the billowy ocean, filled our lungs with an earthier scent and had us sputtering until we convened at the Tea House for biscuits and some lemonade—a tasty definition of the season.
Spring was in the air and this loamy soil that shaped such fanciful rows of lavender inspired us to prance, rejoice and savor. Fare thee well perfumed hills for now you are a faraway land, one that is whispered and dreamt. 
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Fantastic post, as usual. I love your photography and words!
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A thousand thank yous Trish! Have you been? It’s a long road but was glad to have been there.
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Awwwhh. Bittersweet.
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Yes indeed! Have you been? It’s a little more out of the way than the flower fields.
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And yet I still haven’t even been to the flower fields! Someone said they don’t even smell, though, and that took some of the desire out of it for me. Bummer.
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In addition to this sanctuary being off the beaten path, there is only a small portion of the farm open to the public, and yes you would have to brush up against the lavender to release the fragrance. But if you make a day of being out and about the area for a hike and a bite perhaps then it maybe worth it. I would not pay for the tour, just hang out and stroll on your own would do the trick.
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Sounds so lovely. I admire how much you get out there with young kids and do stuff!
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The almost always accommodating weather made it a breeze. I think I will be a borderline hermit from now on.
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I’m sure you’ll still find something to take pictures of. Out your window, perhaps, at some nice trees or clouds! 🙂
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Hopefully it will be of an inspiring nest.
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I felt a slight hesitation in clicking “like,” Cristina. I don’t “like” knowing it is so hard for you and yet I so trust that it will just take time, and you’ll find yourself at home and finding new ways to guide those three beautiful children in exploration and adventure. I think San Diego is going to be in your dreams until you attach to your new nest. i hope that transition is moving in the right direction. 🙂 Your photographs are gorgeous, and I suspect you’re going to find the beauty in your new home, perhaps even surprising yourself. ox
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You are right Debra…I need to stop dreaming of my past love and focus on my reality at least for the next few years…I know in my heart I will return at some other point in my life but for now our adventures will be far from there and hopefully by the end of the year we will have an attachment if not to our current terroir to our future nest. Thank you for your positive energy…it’s always welcoming and I am forever grateful for it!
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