Hi Lulu,

You are my witness, you know, and I want to tell you about the Big Sur getaway.

You remember… the rocket scientist from India that I met at Esalen. I know I told you about our meeting.  The three hours talking in the hot springs, my fingers pruned beyond description.  Soaking in every word he spoke I was entranced in the steam and moonlight.  We stayed up all night – watched the sunrise colors in the sky – then parted ways and said goodbye.

Only I made my way back to Big Sur to meet him.

He had picked the sweetest cabin for us next to Castro Canyon creek and it became our haven for three nights and four days.  In the mornings we would wake and look out the little window – white framed panes and bevelled glass – right by the bed.  The cabin was nestled flush against the hillside beside a cedar tree, huge and lush and towering.  The morning sun would sprinkle in through the skylight and illumine the raw wood walls of our tiny room.  It was a little chilly but beneath the covers we were warm.

I would venture out of bed and plant my feet on the thick, deep red, oriental rug to start the electric tea kettle.  Cue up my favorite iTunes playlist and be DJ for the morning.

“Have you heard of Katie Gray?”
“No, hon, I don’t think I have.”
“Ok, listen to this one…”

We were half-dressed and making coffee, dropping chunks of orange chocolate in our mugs, adding spoonfuls of white spun honey and peeling the tangerines I had brought from my grandfather’s tree. The lavender I cut was sitting by the bedside table and every once in a while that beautiful, prince-like, Indian man with deep dark eyes and full lips would look at me with such adoration and kiss me on my smiling mouth.
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