There was a beautiful monastery at the top of the neighborhood where we stayed in Malibu. We hiked up the mountain one afternoon and felt like we were in a different country. Despite the far-off sounds of the PCH, it felt infinitely still and peaceful, and I could easily imagine being there a hundred years ago. It was one of those rare moments in life where you can actually stop, breathe, and hear yourself think.
*and my favorite photo from our hike.