We went to Santa Barbara for Thanksgiving…
Santa Barbara’s about one hundred miles north of Los Angeles.
We’ve done the LA-SB trip in two hours and we’ve done it in three-and-a-half bloody hours.
The time of course depends on the traffic
We avoid as much of the 101 Freeway as we can, and go the slower, more scenic route on secondary highways.
I wonder whether Chickens across these United States enjoy their reprieve the last Thursday of November?
Twelve of us ate a simply splendid feast which included one of the 45 million turkeys consumed in this country on this one day [a frightening statistic don’t you think?] plus traditional side dishes like stuffing, roast potatoes and baked yams, two green veggies, two kinds of gravy plus three kinds of pie…
When one of my blogging buddies heard where we were going she assumed that a weekend in Santa Barbara “would be filled with glitz and glamour with folks like Leonardo di Caprio walking down the streets.”
Not the streets where we walk.
Mr F and I have driven up the coast several times this year, and we always stay at the same Vacation rental.
The garden’s so beautiful, everything’s always in bloom, there are lemons in the lemon tree and bunnies on the lawn. I’ve spent many hours enjoying the peace and quiet in the sun on that recliner you can see at the top of the stairs
It was so dark at night the sky was a mass of stars that aren’t ever visible in over-populated Los Angeles, a short drive away.
Santa Barbara’s surrounded by mountains on one side, and long white beaches next to the blue ocean on the other, the gardens are lush and fragrant, the trees huge – Eucalyptus and palm and everything in-between – the buildings are all Spanish style architecture, and it’s home to the Old Mission, known as The Queen of the Missions, built in 1786.
Rain was predicted for Thanksgiving day, the clouds gathered, it became gray, but no rains fell, and the rest of the weekend we were given a gift of hot, sunny summer-like weather with temps up to the 80’s in the day, although it did get chilly at night.
Every day we saw Montecito Weddings setting up wedding canopies, chairs and sometimes champagne for beach ceremonies – sunset seemed the most popular time – it all depends on the tide.
Call me a romantic hippy, but I think it’s lovely to get married barefoot on the beach
I don’t know the name of this cactus,
or what it means when a Magnolia tree, which should bloom in January is blooming at Thanksgiving.
or whether these ice cream sundaes were as good as they looked.
If you’re still with me, you can watch more photos in a slide show