Yesterday Andreas and I stopped in Santa Cruz to go to the Kiva Retreat House, as recommended by Jason.

It was a wonderful place with hot tubs and cold tubs and a sauna and lawns on which to lay naked in the sun.

Sadly, the ambiance was fairly crucified by a massive construction project half surrounding the retreat house. As we lay peacefully on the grass, surrounded by gorgeous gardens and statues, the sound of heavy machinery (complete with that “beepbeepbeep!” reverse sound) rattled just over the wall. Every now and then there would be just enough of a break in the chorus of backhoes and bulldozers to hear a gentle tinkle of piano music piped in over Kiva’s speakers. It seemed to be sort of a metaphor: even in a moment of retreat, the real world rattles on around you.