The Getaway

Monday morning, that guy that I like so much left the mounds and mounds of work that was waiting for him and whisked me away for the night.

He was ordering choral music from the car, but that's OK.  Threw in a little Gabe Dixon and hit the road, driving north in search of grapes.

The fermented kind.

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Over hills and through cities, until we hit the ocean.  Breathe in.  Breathe out.

We stopped just outside of Santa Barbara at a local dive called the Kahuna Grill.

Oh my.

The best, and messiest, grilled fish sandwich, eaten at a surfboard table.

Back in the car until we reached here.  Love, love, love this place.

Watched them make champagne on old french presses...fascinating.  Made me want to take off my shoes and join on in.

Back in the car, the towns we drove through were amazing.

I wanted to stop, but there wasn't much time...after all, we had places to go and people to see.

Next stop...DA wines.

The place with all the grapes.

We had read that it wasn't much to look at, and that was pretty much true, though if you wanted to find tons of college students, this was the place to be.

We sampled a little, bought a little and drove onward to Shell beach and our stop for the night.

The view from our room.

sigh.

Real life?  Where?  I am pretty sure I could stare at this alllll dayyyyy longggg...

We needed food, so following the advice of some guy we never met before, we drove onto a rather shaky pier, parked our car and ate some rather incredible seafood that was caught that very day.

Oh, and watched the sunset.

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