Huntington Beach.

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Last summer, when I was in the thick of my postpartum blues, Mr. Keller promised to take me to Costa Rica in a year. I've wanted to go for some time now. It seems so wild and dreamy. But then we started into our House Hunters International kick in January and we couldn't quite decide where we wanted to go. We talked about Costa Rica, Turks and Caicos, Puerto Rico. All summer long, we were leaning towards the latter, but when it came right down to it, I didn't feel quite comfortable traveling out of the country, having to leave such young babies at home. Plus I'm such a jittery flyer, anyway. I'm sure we'll get to that stage later on, but for homebodies like ourselves, someplace closer to home felt better. A quick, seamless flight and we were free. Before we left, I told Mr. Keller I was going for waves and sand. Huntington Beach delivered. And it did not disappoint.