Parting is such sweet sorrow.
We had such a wonderful, wonderful time driving down the west coast. I never realised how much it had to offer.
Wonderful, open and friendly people, incredible and diverse landscapes, great wines, amazing sunsets.
The coastal drive from Carmel-by-the-Sea to Santa Barbara, seems untouched by civilisation. In fact, on seeing the lights of Santa Barbara as we entered the city almost broke the spell off being 'out bush'. It's a beautiful town with a lovely mission and is definately worth a visit. Such a lovely arty feel and nothing like the soap opera!
Two places that deserve a mention are Gaviota and Solvang. If only for the opposite emotions they envoked. Imagine a stretch of beach snagged between a rusty, old, working railroad bridge and oil rigs. Dotted with sea gulls with mangled /broken feet (poor things) and skanky squirrels. We've never eaten lunch so quickly. As we left our picnic table (that obviously gets moved around by the tide), we realised we'd been eating beside 2 dead seagull bodies. Just the cherry on top that we needed to high tail it outta there.
Solvang on the other hand is simply divine. Settled by Danish families, the town has been completely constructed with a Danish architectural feel. They have such a Danish tradition running through the town and the people that even Crown Prince Frederick visited them for their centenery celebrations last year. Fabulous danishes too.
Driving into LA was even more of a shock than Santa Barbara. Neither Ale nor I had any urge to sightsee. It was just too big, too many traffic lights, people, roads. Blerk. I've come to realise that I'm more of a town girl :).
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