We live in a courtyard condo that has a total of four units. The other three units are short term rentals. We met a lovely family who rented one of the units for a month. The dad was walking their dog while David was walking ours. They ended up talking quite a bit and did a coffee walk and talk. I did the same with Michela (wife/mom) and we clicked immediately. On their last night, we did a spontaneous family visit on the beach. A couple bottles of wine and snacks, then pizza on the beach. Michela made a campfire. I think it was her first time to do so. I was extremely impressed.
We had a little bit of a scare. David and John went to get pizza. They walked a block off the beach to the pizza place. Ryan decided to join them and left, but did not tell us he was leaving. Allie (our Yorkie) followed Ryan. Ryan did not know she followed him. We realised Ryan wasn’t there and neither was Allie. We started calling for Allie. I was hoping Ryan had her. Then, a man came on to the beach. It was dark, but I could tell he was holding something in his arms. I hoped it was Allie. It was. He said he saw her up on the street. She must have lost track of Ryan. Everything happened too fast for me to have it sink in to panic, but it was scary looking back. We all learned something that night.
