Morro Bay has been our favorite vacation spot for years. We enjoy visiting durring the week when we can pretend to belong among the locals.

The tiny town of Morro Bay calls to me nightly. I dream of rythmic fog horns and the lapping of the water on the shore as the tide comes in. Sleek kyacs glide just above the water. The Quiet fog warms the soul while the sun rests. Each sea otter has a name and the squirels join you for breakfast each morning. Time stands still on the main street as you stroll through artsy stores with your morning coffee. Greetings to the locals includes offering a daily pat down to each dog on a liesh. For lunch I order 'the usual' at the corner cafe and take my seat on the wooden patio overlooking the bay. I bring my drawing pencils and set up a travel art studio as I breath in the life that hangs in the air. The sun wakes up at about 10 am and the fog curtains get pulled back to reveal the afternoon show. My heart applauds and I smile with love for my life.