My mind is beginning to accept that I live near the beach. Heretofore, my brain had a hardwired "beach == vacation" association. Slowly this is breaking down. I've always loved the beach -- sand castles, beach chairs, strolling the shore, you name it. Now I fall asleep listening to the waves roll in.
Encinitas is definitely surfer-friendly. Instead of the usual pedestrian crossing signs, you'll likely see one of these: