So for those of you who don't know, Northern CA is freezing in summer time. We have been sporting long sleeves for the past several days. Kathryn woke up this morning to discover this yeti outside the door:
"I don't think I've ever been in bed with a homeless before" -- Kat
At this point in our journey we're ready for full-blown beach bum status...though we've already got a pretty solid handle on the bum aspect. Enjoyed the life of leisure at our Monterey Airbnb- catching up on the olympics (or O' Limp Dicks as we've been commonly referring to them) on a TV that actually works... sipping tea and reading on the patio. Luckily we restocked on reading material at a darling bookstore in Santa Cruz (the Upanishads- obvious casual beach pick..).
P.S.- we actually just watched an episode of My Big Fat Fabulous Life (MBFFL) outside on Kat's laptop.
We noticed a couple standard catch phrases that we've each been unknowingly repeating times infinity for the duration of the trip. If we had a nickel for every time we uttered these words we could probably fund a year long Viking River Cruise in the south of France...just imagine THAT blog..
Kat's catch phrase: "Where's my water bottle?" She loses her water bottle in the 3x4 foot space that is Lil Blurps' cabin at least 37 times a day. Liz has determined that she needs a leash to tether the nalgene to her waist akin to unruly toddlers at Disney world.
Liz's catch phrase: "Oh my god, look at the moon!" To which Kat unfailingly replies that the moon's current phase is nothing to write home about, once remarking that she looked about as compelling as a basic bitch sans makeup on a Tuesday.
Side note--Liz was certain that her fear of squirrels had permanently subsided but was proven wrong when droves of mangy speckled dumpster ratsquirrels kept relentlessly darting at her feet whilst strolling to the beach and sheer panic ensued. Cue Liz clutching onto Kathryn's arm for dear life, hyperventilating, shuffling to the far side of the path, muttering "omigodomigodomigodomigod."
Fisherman's Wharf in Monterey was a trip in and of itself. It was around lunchtime and the various seafood restaurants were vying for our business like seagulls fighting over a McDonalds dump burger. Thus, within 5 minutes we indulged in upwards of 7 chowder shots, each more delicious than the last. After tootin' about town for an hour, we returned to Crab Louie's and indulged in a luxurious sourdough bowl of clam chowder.
We love food. Ch-ch-ch-chowdabug
Liz also thought it was necessary for Kathryn to try an oyster for the first time. We'll let this video speak for itself:
Calamity
The Aftermath
After lunch we had the pleasure of seal-spotting right at the beach. Can't believe how close we got to this little guy!!
#beached #pomeranianseal
Made our way down to Carmel via the 17-mile-drive. It was a beautiful drive and we saw the Lone Cypress.
Not so lonely anymore lil cypie
Carmel was full of adorable shops and boutiques, and Liz found her fellow witch sisters.
Double double toil and TROUBLE
Sadly, Highway 1 remained closed for a second day and prevented us from driving down to Cambria on the coast through Big Sur. We had to take an inland route instead, but it was through wine country so not a total loss. Tomorrow we will explore the coast -- fingers crossed Route 1 opens up!
For now, we sleep in the quaintest 1920s-movie-star inspired inn on the Pacific Coast, the Pickford House. And of course enjoy a gourmet dinner:
Potpourri of delicacy
Sweet dreams, internet.
K&L, out!
Sorry about the fire...and the oyster...ad the cold...but other than that it's great, right?
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