The last leg of our San Diego adventure was with the Waterhouse family in a house on the beach! The boys were enchanted by this foreign terrain. Sam went over the sea-wall and planted himself there in the sand. I had to coax him farther onto the beach. He was satisfied right there on the edge of the largest sandbox he had ever seen!
Ben and I ambled up the street to order dinner for the rest of the inbound Waterhouse flights. We found this charming Greek restaurant. The owner was so happy to make a big “surprise platter” for us and asked for a picture together for himself “because I make this like I make for my family!”
We had a wonderful time catching up with my family over good food. My folks and Rosina and the Evans all made a delicious barbecue spread for us. Poor Andy got sick at the end of the visit, but before then my boys had a riot goofing with their uncle. Jack and Lexi discovered a partially dug pit that they diligently expanded.
I heard nothing for the next three days except “I wish we lived at the Beach House, I wish we were back at the Beach House, I’m going to buy a house on the beach, etc etc.”
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