Drinkable warm sunshine, playful breezes, tiny unique shops all in a row. A little 1940’s house surrounded by citrus trees and windows with white trim. Brownies waiting on the porch on move-in day, gifts of tangy lemons and sweet, juicy oranges from neighboring trees. The sound of taps at sunset; glittering seas in every direction. This is the little world I’ve been lost in for the last month or so, our new chapter for the next three years: life on Coronado island.