Falling in love with a little town named Monterey

A weary passenger sat amongst her elderly travel companions on the final leg of what seemed like an impossibly long, hot, journey. As the minibus carrying the misfit companions rounded a corner, her eyes were greeted with a blazing orange sun sitting atop sand dunes the size of houses. She felt her throat tighten, taken aback by the sudden beauty which greeted her. That girl was me. This place is real. This is Monterey.

Today has been a nature-lovers dream. A wild deer trotted along a footpath beside me, I mistook if for a large dog for a moment as it overtook me on the path. A cyclist ahead of me appeared equally bemused. The deer, however, was just out for a stroll, ‘nothing to see here’ his nonchalance indicated.

The flowers are in bloom, the birds are nesting, the harbor seals are pupping; what a time to visit this magical place. Here are some of the many, many photos I took whilst I absorbed my surroundings with sheer joy.

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