I was only in San Diego for 4 full days, and yet, I was able to collect enough hearty, feel-good-ness to last me a month. Being reunited with a childhood friend for a few days rejuvenates the spirit. And when you can both share in the wonderful effects of cheese, then even greater lessons are learned.
You can watch Madagascar, laugh out loud, and not feel ashamed about it. You can watch it with your friend and revel in the fact that it gets better with multiple viewings.
Here in DC, you drink coffee to wake up. In San Diego, you drink coffee for the sake of coffee-drinking and all of the daydreaming that is allowed when sitting on a wooden deck, overlooking a lush, homemade garden. You watch a lotus flower at the center of a small brook as it opens its arms at daybreak and goes to sleep at night.
You eat burritos and steak and more burritos and more steak because you don't worry about getting fat. There is no room to worry when your belly is full. There is, however, always room for cake.
You go to the zoo even though you don't have any kids. And you laugh and point at the monkeys, coo at the baby monkeys, and giggle when a boy yells "What are they doing?" when he notices an unabashed pair procreating (who the adults had been watching but wouldn't dare to comment). And you laugh loudly because you wanted to all along.
You notice how the attraction to feel-good cheese grows stronger the more you age. You notice because you see it happening to your friend. And that makes you smile even bigger.