I’m thinking of setting up a small hut here and drinking milk out of coconuts for a bit. The only problem is that the Ritz-Carlton resort sits right up the hill, and they might have a problem with me, the rambunctious vagrant with a heart of gold, trying to crack open the coconuts that she bought at Trader Joes and throwing them at patrons out of frustration when they won’t open.

Isn’t that what Tom Hanks did in Castaway? I mean, sans the convenience Trader Joes.

I don’t want to imagine a world without Trader Joes.

My Sunday afternoon spot: Monarch Beach in Dana Point/Orange County/California