Clairey does San Francisco - the roadtrip
Back home now - adventures finally over I have now returned to endless laundry and my regular life. It's not so sparkly right now but we'll get through. London seems like a mini toy town - small people in small cars eating small
f od in small restaurants - and so old! It's stinkingly hot - I almost miss that san francisco wind that never fails to wake you up first thing in the morning - and horribly rainy.Any the final leg of the trip was no disappointment. two days in town - jazz in North Beach, night trip to alcatraz, amazing oysters at Pesce, Haight street fair. With the amount I had been talking to my guest about San francisco over the last 6 weeks- it had quite a lot to live up to - it passed, in style - phewf.
Next we were on our way to wine country - we didn't quite realise the Ford Mustang dream we had been promised - in fact we spent the week swearing bitterly at the mustangs we saw on the roadand taking photos only really close to the car so you couldn't see how un-mustang-like it really was. Sonoma, Bodega Bay, Napa town for dinner - so beautiful.
then we headed south down 101 to Santa Barbara to see my aging God parents - Bob and Trash - 65 and she still refers to him as "lover" it warms the cockles of my heart. Intense goes nowhere to describing the tour we were whisked around on the following morning - I was inappropriately hit with a bout of the yawns - although santa barbaran history is fascinating I assure you - my poor over tired brain just couldn't take on so much information in such a short period of time.
Then up Highway 1 we went passing hot tubs and beautiful beaches on the way. Terrible sun burn ensued - as is now par for the course. Cambria, Carmel, Santa Cruz and home. So wonderful and such an adventure.
Califormia is grrrreat - just try and stop me going back!