So until I find a place that I can settle into – and be reasonably certain that the owner won’t change his mind and kick me out because someone else showed up with the bottomless wallet – my Paso Robles Getaway posts may sound more like pity parties.
So I'm in search of another place to rent. Something as insignificant as not having a roof over my head won't deter me from visiting Paso! Unless, of course, it rains a lot and I've done my hair.
Lotto or Megabucks luck notwithstanding (I know, I know - I actually have to play), if it were at all possible, I'd retire there in a heartbeat and call it home.
When we went to the Olive Festival a couple of weeks ago in Paso Robles after too long an absence, I realized just how very much I love that town and how much I had missed it.