Tuesday, June 11, 2013

Gold Rush

Whilst (such a snobby term) on honeymoon in Puerto Rico (details and photos in a future blog), why NOT catch up on previous blog-worthy notes?!

In April, before the wedding countdown preparation schedule conked us over the heads and shouted, "I'M HERE!" we traveled to San Luis Obispo, CA, with a stop en route in Santa Barbara.  One word, for all of it:  drool.  Once we departed the concrete wonderland that is LA, we stopped for sleep and stomach fuel in Woodland Hills, CA.  From there, we landed for a brief afternoon in romantic, picturesque, quaint, and charming Santa Barbara.

You were right - Andrea, this place is "hubba hubba."  A lunch of fresh seafood, some photos, and people watching, then we were on our way north to San Luis Obispo.  Along THAT route, we stopped at Gaviota State Park.  Aside from the cameo appearance the park makes in the movie Sideways, the beauty was astounding.  Here is a sneak peak:


Once in San Luis Obispo, we checked into Madonna Inn (no relation), which - to me - is a hybrid of what Liberace's guest house in Canada may resemble if he had partnered with a nature enthusiast.  Did Liberace ever have a guest house in Canada?  Did he ever have a nature enthusiast partner?  Doesn't matter.  Just picture it.  Go on, you know you wanna.  Here's a peep into our hotel room:

During our two night stay at the Madonna Inn, we spectated at the San Luis Obispo show of The Postal Service. Quality show.  San Luis Obispo is a charming community, and we enjoyed each moment spent in the open air restaurants, shops, and lounges.  Charley ventured out to see http://thefaint.com/ the second evening, while I stayed in our room and admired the rock formations and flocked wallpaper.  

It was difficult to leave this beautiful country, especially after discovering the easily accessible wine vineyards - where we made friends with at least one native Texan - but for now we have photos to quench our thirst for the scenes:  http://piangenti.shutterfly.com/pictures/478

“Travel is the art form available to Everyman. You sit in the coffee shop in a strange city and nobody knows who you are, or cares, and so you shed your checkered past and your motley credentials and you face the day unarmed ... And onward we go and some day in the distant future, we will stop and turn around in astonishment to see all the places we've been and the heroes we were.” ― Garrison Keillor

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