Looking at the gloomy sky this morning and the rooftops slickened by rain, it’s strange to think that, less than a week ago, the weather was sunny and bright and we were on our way to Half Moon Bay. Needless to say, it’s been a long week–one of those weeks that seems endlessly plodding, like you’ve lived through more moments than a week can possibly hold.
It wasn’t my first time in Half Moon Bay, but it was the first time for my mom, aunt and the puppy. We had breakfast at home and then, after a ridiculous amount of Bay Area traffic, finally reached our destination. The town, which was gearing up for its annual pumpkin festival (this weekend!), was incredibly festive. Given my pumpkin love, I was thrilled to be there, to be surrounded by all the signs of fall. We went back to Pasta Moon, a restaurant I could eat at everyday and never get tired of its offerings. It was a bit uncreative for me to order the same thing I ordered last time, but call me a sucker for the combination of butternut squash and mascarpone cheese. Guilty as charged.
After grabbing dessert from the Half Moon Bay Bakery, we took the dog to the beach. I can’t remember when I last laughed that hard: it was pure enjoyment to watch watch her sprint up and down the beach, first following the Greek, then following me, then trying to steal shoes and, finally, digging in the sand as if her life depended on it.
There are moments in life that you wish you could bottle. For me, this day, with its winning combination of sunshine, family and good food, was one of them.