happy holidays, from california

I have a tendency to forget just how great Christmas in California is. 

Living in Oregon and New York these past four years has turned me into a serious weather/season snob. In case you didn't know, California has one season - hot - and as I'm sure you do know, all I want in life is to live inside this Hallmark card and drink hot toddies and have chestnuts roasting on an open fire every single day. California is not exactly the place for chestnuts or open fires and so begins my annual Bashing of The West Coast (where is my loyalty?!).

Like clockwork, every December I carry out my favorite tradition of saying really annoying things like, "Ugh, an 80-degree Christmas is sooo unnatural!" and "I shouldn't be wearing shorts in December. It's just wrong." (In all fairness it's hard to see the appeal of sunshine when you're strolling through a very sparkly New York City)

However.
Here I am basking in a crisp 75 degrees, once again reminded of how great "Walking In A Winter Wonderland" sounds with sand between my toes. Guys! California in December is the best. According to my calculations over these past few days, life on the west coast consists of walking along the beach, wine tasting, ordering excessive amounts of cheese plates, and sleeping. Is this what heaven looks like? I'm starting to think it might be.

In conclusion, West Coast Best Coast (at least for the next ten days).