There’s nothing quite so wonderful as sinking into the sand at Coronado Beach and just allowing yourself to BE. Inevitably we arrive grumbling about finding somewhere, ANYwhere to park. Schlepping toward the water we resemble something more like diseased alpacas under the bulges and bags of our “essential” beach gear. But each time we go, there is a glorious moment when we dig our toes in the sand and allow the sea breeze to splash against our cheeks. In that moment the seat belts around our nerves are unbuckled, letting us breathe a little easier and allowing us a chance to get comfy in ourselves again.