I always knew I had fallen in love when all I could think is, “ I love you, I love you, I love you.” And I have come to accept that I have fallen in love again…this time with a place. I have come to the conclusion that it is entirely possible to love a geographic location. As I ride on the back of my husband’s Harley from Monterey to Big Sur, I realize the undeniable fact that I am in love with Monterey and the Central Coast. If we weren’t riding along the cliff-lined,windy Pacific Coast Highway, I would throw my arms out and scream it into the salty wind.
I actually envisioned starting this blog when we first moved in late June. I knew I liked our new home and wanted to share this experience with family and friends
. In addition, I had been unable to find a teaching position and planned on spending my time writing. However, within a week of being here a tasting room job fell in my lap. I have since blamed my new vocation as to why I have not written a single word (until today). While I have been working more hours than I originally anticipated, this obviously does not account for all the time I could be, but haven’t been writing. I have been feeling less than inspired to put words down and have struggled with this because it is not for lack of subject matter. Today, I realize that my writers block has more to do with the fact that I have not wanted to sit down and write because I am too busy enjoying life. Honestly, I have been neglecting a lot of things and people in my life as I consume myself with my new love affair. I am now ready to move onto the second stage of a new relationship where I talk incessantly about my love. My mother would say I was finally coming up for air. And I would agree except that since simply breathing here often leads to a new rush of endorphins, the air is one of the reasons I love Monterey. Air that smells like fresh oysters until you move a bit inland to breathe in the pine trees. The yeasty aroma of a barrel room, perhaps not so pleasant if not for the promise of a future vintage. The hundreds of different bouquets on Monterey wines. The smoke emitted from chimneys when the evening temperatures dip close to fifty. I want to breathe in all the perfume of Monterey and hold my breath. I want to wrap my arms around the stunning coastline, the magnificent trees, the delicious wine, the fresh fish and hold it closely as I cherish every day we have here.
O.K. I appear to be going overboar. See, it must be love. There is no other explanation. Now you know how I feel. I vow to share juicy details in the future.