I got dropped off in Ventura yesterday morning at twilight (we drove all thru the night), and it was oh so calm and gentil. The sophisticated kind of calm. The air held a welcoming and spicy smell of eucalyptus trees carried along by the new morning wind. I took a nap in the park and it was warm! Went and bought a pair of swim trunks for fifty cents, and took a dip at the beach. The water was cold but fun, and then went for an excellent 20 mile bicycle ride. I felt so cool, bare-chested and sunglasses propped on my head. The sun was so clear and the fog-banks rolling in so beautifully through the grape-y brown dusk. Vineyards sat on foothills and even mountains in the distance, and strawberry fields stretched to the left and right of me as far as the eye could see. I missed how open the country is here. Came to the home of a wonderful and hospitable family I knew a year ago. Through combination of lack of sleep and the strenuous ride, I needed a good day's rest. The next night I went for a stroll and to visit more people. I came back to the home during a slight drizzle. I put my bicycle in the back, hearing crickets chirping, other grand music (A Spanish Ballad) and a man next door saying "eat more, eat more" with the utmost hospitality in his voice. This is California. Camarillo, California, to be exact. I was here from January to March of 2012. Never a boring moment. Never a dark, gloomy day.
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