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We spent our last night in San Fran on the outskirts of the city, close to the airport (mad savings on hotels). We were headed south anyways so it was quite nice. Enjoyed a sunny, morning walk by the ocean and watched about 5 planes come land/take off every 2 minutes. I’m not even exaggerating.
Maybe I’m just a naive prairie girl but it was mind boggling.
The beginning of our coastal road trip was a little overcast and gloomy, but romantically so. How can it not be romantic when you’re driving alongside cliffs and waves and fog and greenery?
I must have been real busy taking in the view because somehow I failed to snap much that day. We checked out Santa Cruz and meandered around the beach and around the pier. We even snacked on mussels and I didn’t take one photo.
We wound up in the most adorable little town called Carmel (by-the-sea). The beach was the softest, whitest sand I’ve ever felt. We drank hot chocolate and watched the sun set.
And took selfies.
And then a stranger gave us a little hand a snapped a few for us.
I am just putting this on here to remind myself in future years, how hilarious Dane is. Seriously always goofing off.
Soon night was upon us and we had no hotel booked. Classic.
We asked around and phoned around only to discover that the Annual Poodle Weekend was on in Carmel and therefore, every single hotel/b&b was booked.
So we took a little drive down by the harbor while we decided what our next move would be.
TARGET. A memory foam, two pillows, a duvet – we were set. We planned to rearrange the backseat of the mini cooper and turn it into a bed.
After a nice supper in downtown Monterrey, we headed for the countryside to find a place to sleep. It did feel a little bit sketch parking on the side of a surprisingly busy little “country” road but the options were limited.
Nothing like startin’ your morning with a solid teeth-cleaning sesh in the woods.
Can’t say it was the most comfortable sleep I’ve ever had but it sure was a pretty morning.
An early start usually rewards you with incredible views.
We weren’t disappointed ❤
We had heard from some local Carmelions that a must-see along the coast was Hearst Castle. William Randolph Hearst was born into his father’s gold-mining wealth, but topped it off by making himself a major media mogul. He built an enormous, majestic castle on the side of a mountain; it was a huge architectural feat but Julia Morgan, a brilliant and patient female architect, stuck by his side and made his dreams a reality.
I became a big fan of ceiling art. How amazing is this . . .
Mr. Hearst loved to fill the castle up with friends and create a wildly entertaining experience for them. He had a large private zoo, tennis courts, beautiful pools, horses, and almost every source of entertainment available in his day.
The library was stunning.
Smart people read lots of books ❤
Was kinda loving this print . . .
William Hearst’s private workspace. Not baaaad.
If you can look at this picture and not kill yourself laughing, I am sad for you.
Just plain crazy.
I would definitely recommend the castle if you’re in the San Simeon area of California.
We topped our morning off with lunch in the quaint little town of Cambria.
. . . before hitting the highway again, on to Paso Robles. We were hoping to tour a vineyard in that area but time was tight so we settled for one a slightly-less out of the way. It was called Niner Wine Estates.
Their claim to fame is the heart-shaped bunch of trees smack dab in the middle of the field ❤
After making our way all the way down past Santa Barbara, we stopped for a few “last night of the honeymoon” photos.
The below picture makes me chuckle – it’s kinda typical us. We’re both pretty independent so we sometimes pull each other in opposite directions . . .
But eventually we end up fusing our ideas and running off together. And I mean that in the most non-gaggish way.
We ended our night with a 20 minute speed shop at an outlet mall, and an American supper at a hip little warehouse joint.
These photos make it look a lot greasier than it was. I’m not claiming that it was the healthiest of choices, but it was definitely better than it appears here. The restaurant was called The Local Pheasant and if I was a local, I’d be a regular.
Open air. Exposed pipes and beams. Brick. My favorite style of windows. Pretty cute.
A few shuttles, cab rides, hotels and airports later, we arrived back on prairie ground ready to make the big move. Hilariously enough, I’ve joined Dane and his room-mate in what we call The Dungeon. If it was truly dungeon-like, I wouldn’t last very long; but its humble and liveable and will do the trick for now! And Andy is the easiest person in the world to get along with so there’s not too much to complain about :)
I’m still playing catch up here, so lots more content to come!
As well, we are having a wedding tea in Emerald Park this coming Saturday – if you want details, message me :)