We left fleeting footprints in the Pacific sand.
We marveled at people of all shapes, sizes, and decor.
We savored flavors of the sea and fancies of the creative chef.
We soaked up the smell and coolness of the rain.
We walked, and talked, and stopped to smell all the roses.
|chocolate + biscotti|
|squid "sweet heat." swordfish "costa rica" drunken cherries + smoky almonds (fish was caught that morning). figs and shortcake with mascarpone and fig sorbet.|