I was in my mid 20s and living on the beach in SoCal. The neighborhood was a mix of modest but cute bungalows (me) and expensive vacation condos. It had a community feel to it and I knew the names of almost everyone on the block, including the vacationers. Impromptu get togethers on the beach or someone’s front stoop were common. Doors were rarely locked and we shared a half dozen beat up old bikes when the urge to get fish tacos sprang up. It was idyllic.
There was a couple that lived a few hours away and had recently bought a condo. They would come down regularly for a weekend and sometimes a week.They were in their 50s and nice. I enjoyed talking to them but they were conservative and subdued and I was surprised when they actively sought out get togethers and stayed late.
But they loved it. They were like kids in a candy store; living it up now that there daughter was at college. They talked often about how much fun they were having and how it was a reawakening.