Do you ever go to a place and have this feeling of never coming back? I usually do. On one such trip, I visited California’s central coast, the Big Sur. Having taken my onward journey from LA ( which was pretty hot that day), I had little clothes over (you can already see that in the picture). And guess what? It was so cold out there that I could barely stand straight! I wanted to sneak into the green velvety mosses on the cliffs and never come out.
Obviously, I did not do that. The winding turns of the road, seaside cliffs and view of the misty coastline saved my poor shivering soul. The beauty of this place swaddled me, letting me forgo the cold. Few places are magical indeed!
