Just off Highway 101, south of Salinas and east of Monterey lies the sweet small town of Spreckels.
With a population of 485, Spreckels was originally built to house the workers of the Spreckels Sugar Plant. Though the plant shut down years ago, the town still remains with its post office, fire station, elementary school, church and corner store - complete with soda fountain, old fashioned cash register and infamous owner (she scares me to this day).
Growing up in the outskirts of Salinas, PJ and I are graduates of Spreckels Elementary School.
Each morning we would travel down Spreckels Boulevard, lined with beautiful, historic walnut trees and surrounded by lush agricultural fields filled with lettuce, strawberries, spinach, and more.
We’d turn left at the corner store, pass the park - home to countless school picnics, soccer practices and my 8th grade graduation, not to mention the annual Fourth of July celebration when thousands gather to celebrate in true American style - to Spreckels School.
When I graduated back in 1995, the school housed kindergartners through eighth graders. Everyone knew everyone, whether you liked it or not.
The only thing I recall dreading about my time spent at Spreckels are the recesses we had on the days when the fields were fertilized. I can smell it now.
For those of you new to the family, this is Mom and Dad.
A few years back they moved across the river from the house we grew up in and bought a beautiful home on Nacional Avenue. It is picturesque with an east coast feel and a lovely view of the fields and boulevard.
This past weekend I was blessed to escape the hustle and bustle of Southern California for an all too brief visit with Marmie and Chones.
We relaxed in the mornings, chatting over coffee while enjoying the beautiful view out their front window. Marmie and I hit the Gilroy outlets one day and spent the next day in Carmel, treating ourselves to pedicures and lunch in a quaint, almost hidden panetteria.
We visited one of our favorite shops, Anthropologie, where I exercised a great degree of self control - making up for the self control I did not exercise at the outlets!
Chones joined us for dinner, which was followed each night by homemade strawberry shortcake.
Home sweet home.