When my wife showed me the listing for this place it looked too good to be true--spacious, comfortable, with a seawall enclosed garden overlooking the ocean and Pacifica's fishing pier, about 25 degrees cooler in midsummer in the daytime than our home in the central valley, and less than an hour and a half away. It turned out even better than it looked in the listing. The owner has carefully decorated and stocked the place with everything I might have wanted, from the kitchen, which has all the appliances we use at home, and good quality utensils that are obviously not just whatever the last guest abandoned, to the front garden, which is fully furnished with comfortable chairs, tables, and fire urns, including wood. Snacks, yoghurt, ice cream, wine, coffee, fresh flowers, and condiments? Check. Games? Check. Extra pillows and blankets? Check. Beach chairs? Wide brimmed sun hats? Telescope in case a whale passes by? Check. Seriously, the owner, who lived here for for several years, and his manager take a personal interest in making sure everything is as good as it can be. During our visit they could occasionally be seen unobtrusively sprucing up the garden and presumably making other improvements, though it was hard for me to see what could possibly be improved. And of course, there's the vast and powerful Pacific ocean. With the insulated windows closed, it's quiet inside, but I loved opening them and enjoying the fresh cool breeze and the sounds of the surf crashing on the rocks or the sand. There's easy access to both about 20 yards from the front door, and a shopping area a couple of blocks away with several places open even in this plague year that offer solid takeout food. Very restorative. A place that is remembered fondly and to which one hopes to return.