Just off the main roads, in a neighborhood wonderfully quiet and walkable, there is this space... to just tbreathe... good for one alone, or a very comfortable and open twosome. Surrounded by redwood trees, the happy chatter of birds and neighbors, with a gentle and generous host caring for everyone as family. We feel humble and more grateful than before. It's a comfy bed, with a frig plenty big. A table for two under a big picture window looks toward the magical depth of the redwood forest. In the front, a courtyard, a patio, a park full of people that are somehow harmonizing instead of shouting. All the languages fall back to the same cadence. Fibonacci meets Chopin, meets National Geographic. Back for dinner, a modest food prep area shows more thoughtfulness and creativity, with tea and things and what you forgot or wish you had. Take some, leave some. Head out to the Aptos food store, Companion Bakery, Gordo's. Plenty of organic food at the Saturday Farmer's Market or local grocery. The vital interior folds out; onto a redwood deck, courtyard, community and gentle music, with nature so close that you can glimpse the honey bees sharing a nectar nav dance. Every drop of water is precious. The sun bursts through the skylight midday, drifting off in the evening breeze. Moon beams traverse overhead, dimming just as it's time to fall asleep. The vibe is truly old Santa Cruz; East meets West, rides the waves with Phi, visits casa, harmonizes into a most excellent, peaceful, creative oasis. The main arteries take you to the beaches and markets in 5-10 minutes by car, 10-20 by cycle. Go early. Oh, resident ambassador, Ms. Lala (felina), may invite you to tour her catnip gardens and turtle fountains. Have I forgotten anything? No matter, the sound of my breath is evertything. So ya, maybe I will actually write a novel soon.