Cayucos Cellars

The cool refreshing water sparkles in the blue and gold flecked tile fountain, thousands of coins gleaming for the spent wishes of childhood dreams. Sitting contemplating the day, he bites down on the pale green pear his wife so lovingly packed, juice sliding slowly down his whiskered chin. Remembering long lost youthful fantasies of traveling beyond the village that had shaped him into the man he was today. He scoops up the cloth satchel and heads for his humble home, carrying the honey, cheese and roasted almonds he had promised at the beginning of his day.