I followed the clear directions that Joy left me and opened the door to The Little Blue House. I was greeted with a tidy, light-filled, little house graced with beautiful stained glass windows, clean and attractive furnishings complete with a lovely backyard area. Joy checked in with me in a timely manner and came by to say hello after I settled in a bit. Her attention to my needs was gracious and helpful. Her warm manner and introduction to a local bakery shook off all the woes of my travels. Mornings for me from that day throughout my stay started with a short walk to Fournier Bakery on Lighthouse Avenue that not only had organic coffee that passed my rigorous standards of 'good coffee' but a new experience - a Marionberry muffin. And when I went down with a bad cold, the bakery/cafe's homemade chicken noodle soup truly did for me what my grandmother's did - set me on the path of healing. The neighborhood is quiet with rows of colorful, tiny, board and batten cottages mixed with larger Victorian houses. When not in attendance at a writers’ retreat in Pacific Grove, I spent my free time seated by the window of The Little Blue House with the front door open writing and enjoying the sounds and sights of the birds and the feel of the warm sunshine. Not only did I have a delightful time at my writers’ retreat, I got to be a part of the Pacific Grove community in a way that helped me appreciate the history, culture, and customs in the company of delightful, fun, and welcoming Pacific Grove residents. I look forward to my return to The Little Blue House.