In honor of Winnie’s first birthday, we took her big sister, Broccoli to Dog Beach in Huntington Beach, CA.
The Portland area is currently experiencing a heat wave. A few days of high 90s up to 100 has only slightly tempered my love affair with the Pacific Northwest.
I want to move here. It’s like the anti-New York: clean and not stuffed to the gills with people, most of whom are superior douchebags. And bonus: the beer and food are fantastic.
For possibly the first time, I actually enjoyed myself when traveling to India this past January. Perhaps because we were finally back in Madras, where my father had grown up, after years of going to Bombay, where the language, cuisine and customs were unfamiliar to me, my father and my sister.
And now my sister and I were adults as well. My father took the opportunity to show us the campus where he attended undergrad, even his dorm, which we finally found after following many conflicting directions. The food was incredible and Madras filter coffee is hands-down the best coffee I’ve ever had anywhere. It’s still hot and uncomfortable and I got eaten alive by mosquitos, but I can’t remember another time I have wanted to remain longer for any reason other than for the family I see so rarely.