Where do baby oysters come from? And other thoughts of the marginally employed...

So, yesterday or maybe it was the day before, or the day before that - I find it almost impossible to keep the days straight lately, some days I wake up early and some days I lie in bed, and then get up. It really does not matter. The point is A and I went to Point Reyes this week.

The sun was shining and we drove up the coast, stopping in a town, the name escapes me, for some cheese and a baguette, and a small container of olives before we stopped at a restaurant for lunch. The service was terrible, like the waitress finally took our order after 15 minutes and brought us drinks and then turned on the fan above us creating a dust storm. Large chunks of gray debris littered our table, but when the BBQ oysters finally came, they were OMG worthy.

After a dirty, but satisfying meal we keep driving until we hit a secret little beach, and since no one reads this I will not tell you the name. We hiked down and spent a bit of time basking in the glorious sunshine and nibbling on bread and cheese.



The beach did not really look like this, but I thought the picture was pretty.