When I was 5-6, we lived in Califorrnia in a suburb of San Francisco called Burlingame.  Two of the most clear memories I have come from days spent in Half Moon Bay. While others might think of "The Birds," for me it will always be the Land of Eternal Autumn. It brings to mind picking pumpkins, cutting down our Christmas tree and gazing in terrified awe upon the vastness of the ocean. Whenever you go, the weather seems to be the same: a sweater is nice to have, but not necessary. The place is reminiscence. Where better to spend a few hours with two of my dearest friends (more about them here and here) while Yoni and I were traveling from one performance to another? I couldn't think of a place. It was really lovely.