New Adventures Yield Unexpected Memories

I love spending time with my mom. I love doing things with her. One of the reasons I love to be with her is because we are so alike and we think very similarly. We have common, if not identical, opinions and beliefs. We understand each other in a way nobody really can. (Even my sister thinks were insane sometimes. ;) Love ya Sis!)

Today, we embarked on a new adventure. I found a small bakery in Encinitas while searching for something else online. This place had great reviews and looked pretty cute in its few pictures. So my mom, being the good sport she is, suggested we try it out. Today was our last chance to go, so off we went - dressed casually - for a delicious brunch and a new adventure.

While driving, looking for the bakery, we passed several people in exercise clothes, jogging along the road. We both chuckled to ourselves, knowing if we lived at the beach, our time would be spent under the sun, parked on the sand, not necessarily going for a run. We parked and walked around the corner to the bakery. We connected while sharing our anxiety of walking near a busy street. (I actually have gotten teased by friends for this before... it felt good to know I wasnt alone.) Then we arrived at the bakery.

Well, it ended up being a lot different that we had anticipated. The food really was good! But the actual place was not what I was expecting. First of all, the place was small, and packed with Encinitans craving a yummy breakfast. We lurked, along with others, for a table, ready to pounce when our moment came. Luckily, we found a small table for two in the corner. We ordered our food and sat down to wait. It was loud, extremely crowded, and - in a word - overwhelming. I pointed out that I was grateful for a corner table, since Im not a big crowd person and probably wouldnt be able to carry on a conversation because I would be so distracted by the people around me. I know some people thrive off of this atmosphere... My mom and I - not so much. So it worked! We finished our yummy meals, grabbed our coffees-to-go, and headed back to the car.

Before heading back home, we took a quick trip around the block, since, ya know, the beach was right there. I took a few pictures of some houses she loved and I would not protest to living in. Then we started back to good ole El Cajon.

We stopped at Marshalls and Target for some unexpected (though, some were expected) goodies. Encountered some interesting people who dont understand the concept of "youre not breathing air... youre breathing my hair..." [I know in some countries there is not an option of personal space; however Im pretty positive these people have lived in this country for a while, being given the privilege of a bubble.] My point being that the whole time, my mom and I were so on the same page.

Though the day didnt quite go how we had anticipated, we had a good time together. I doubt well remember what we ate, or even how to get to the place, but I think well remember the little spurts of random and connections we had. I am so grateful for having a mom who gets me. Who thinks like me. We supports me. Who encourages me. Who isnt afraid to speak up. Who will laugh with me. Who goes on adventures with me. Who humors me. Who wants to hang out with me. Whos honest with me. Who loves me.

[I would post some pictures to go along with this post... but my camera wont load on my computer... so I dont have any recent ones. Until I figure that out!...]