We spent way too many hours at this charming spot: Cafe del Jardin. Day 1, we ate avocado & cheese sandwiches. Day 2, we spent a few hours drinking coffee & chatting with our new friends Erin & Rusty.
nostalgia is the distant daughter that forgets to call her father too often. nostalgia is the smell left from her on that shirt you’re still wearing to bed every night. nostalgia is the arranged coffee cups in your cabinet waiting to be filled each morning and wake you up. nostalgia is the length of pain at every nerve you feel when you visit home. every time you crawl back into your old bed. or wind up on a couch. nostalgia is your old dog that was once a puppy in your kitchen begging for food, now an old hound begging for sleep. nostalgia is me laying restless in a summer heat soaked apartment at night. shuffling to find the cool side of the sheets again. nostalgia is the smell of the ocean fresh on your face and the sting of sunburn fresh on your neck. nostalgia is forgetting how many times you’ve dialed in that number only to erase it. or how many times you’ve written that message only to forget it. how many phone numbers do you know by heart? i bet its more than me. half the numbers i once memorized have been out of service for years, i’ve tried. it seems like i’m always waiting on the other end of a dial tone. the ellipsis of waiting for your response through a text pulses like my veins through my wrists.