You know that shot where Shrek is in the carriage and they are riding into Far Far Away, when suddenly they turn onto the palm-tree lined street with the exquisitely manicured lawns, the fairy tale architecture, the mountains dropping majestically into the ocean, and a perfect, vast blue sky above it all? Yah, I live there. Really. How I managed to go from a beautiful tropical island paradise to . . . well, HERE, to go from blessing to blessing, is beyond my ability to comprehend or explain.
But at the point these pictures were taken, we were still living in a hotel. Lucky for us, the property managers were nice enough to give us the code for the gate so that we could at least SEE our house and also use the playground. So, the big reveal . . .
Home Sweet Home! It’s a duplex and I’m perfectly happy with that. 3 bed, 2.5 bath. (We have a master bath now, woo-hoo!) And a MUCH nicer kitchen than the one in Oki.

There were flowers already blooming near the front door and a playground just a short walk away from the back patio.

There’s a neighborhood pool and we’re on the end of a cul-de-sac (see my RAV4 in the picture?) with lots of other families-with-young-children, so there are always other playmates running around somewhere.
Oh yes, and the beach. Google Earth tells me that my house is precisely one-quarter mile from the beach.
It really floored me in the beginning to see surfers streaming constantly (and I do mean constantly) past our neighborhood on their way down to the beach. But apparently the surfing is pretty good here.
I’ll take you into the heart of San Clemente for just a moment.

We checked out a community street fair one Sunday afternoon, and made our way down to the San Clement pier.


At the pier, we stopped to grab a bite to eat and watch the sunset.
And there are trains! You know Logan is a happy camper. The train tracks run right next to the beach, past the pier, down through Trestles, and on. If you look back up at the sign/map, “Surfing Trestles”, you can see the tracks on there. In fact, the reason it is called Trestles is that you used to have to walk under the old trestle railway bridge to get to the beach; you still have to walk under the tracks to get to the beach but the old bridge has been replaced.
Which brings us back around to the topic of surfing, this time at the pier, riding one last wave in before the sun sets on my. beautiful. NEW HOME!!!