You find it because it is 1pm and Sofia needs to eat so you have to take the first exit from highway 1 without too much to think about. 20 miles west of Santa Barbara, a slice of beach with clear marks of tar enclosed between the rusted railway bridge and the oil platforms. Californians with long hair and flowers feed the last survived seagulls. We are waiting for the 1.30 pm local train to cross the bridge above our heads so that Sofia can happily shout "tuu tuu". A Seagull with a broken leg is beging for food, Charlie is offering him the last piece of Sofia's sandwich, the meal is over we can leave. A board says: "we hope you enjoied Gaviota beach and we hope to see you again".
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