I just got back from a long weekend in California, attending my brother’s wedding…and I’m glad to get back to the warmer Midwest!!
When I visited him this summer, I was chilled, so I knew I would be cold going out there in October (almost November)…and I was.
It sounds crazy, because the temperatures were up in the 60s and 70s. But they never turn heat on–and have gotten acclimated to the damp temperature in a way I never have.
I’m sure the neighbors thought I was this crazy woman visiting because when we would go for a morning walk, my brother would go out without a jacket–and I invariably had on two layers plus my winter coat and winter hat. Only one afternoon did I go down to short sleeves (single layer) for a few hours!
We took our grandson to the beach at Half Moon Bay–and he wanted to feel the waves. So he took off his shoes and socks–and talked his dad into doing that as well. Then they waited for the waves to come up. Our grandson loved it–and didn’t want to leave. Our son…that was another story! The first wave that lapped his feet just about froze him and although he continued to go in and out of the waves, he was very glad to get back up to the car to warm up.
But the cold didn’t really matter. What did matter was the warmth of family…the chance to share together in a significant celebration for one of our family members…for the extended family to touch base…and to draw new members into the family circle.
So yes, it’s cold in California–but it was a warm visit!