Stand, observe and then breath.

It seems that my childhood memories are completely slipping away; I have been to St. Ives many times, yet I just don't remember it. As i walked around with my parents last week, they pointed out where we used to stay, the walks we used to go on, and the restaurants we used to visit with my Grandparents. Granted, the last time I went I was about seven, but you always remember little snippets of your childhood. The views are breathtaking and certainly not boring, I have never seen a sea so blue, and even on a cold day you don't mind sitting on a beach staring out to sea.

Would I have rather been abroad sunning myself? This year, I really don't think so. Being able to get away and forget about reality for a while was amazing. (There were also some overly gorgeous surfer men).