Not the loveliest bare feet but when you are at the shore of a body of water like an ocean, you can’t help but kick off your shoes and enjoy the water. Chesapeake Bay, Virginia Beach.
At Carmel. There’s something that draws me to that quaint little town that one day, while my friend was at work, I decided to take the bus and spent a lovely day there. The alternative was to stay home and read. I was glad to summon my adventurous spirit and took the plunge of exploring by public transportation.
In the end I met and talked with some lovely people and discovered that kindness in humanity still exists. I found that out while waiting for my return bus to Monterey. I needed a dime for my fare. The bus required exact change. An old man was seated next to me in the shed. We were engaged in small talks when he saw me counting my change and upon knowing my predicament, he gave me the dime. A dime could mean a lot when that is all you need to secure a ride. And he looked like he hardly had more than that but kind eyes and yet he didn’t hesitate to help me.
My entry to Daily Post Challenge for the Week: Beneath your feet