So very frustrated - I'll try again tomorrow or, in a fit of passion tonight. okay here is the ole college try....
The wedding was held in beautiful Santa Barbara. Surprisingly, while the view is beautiful, I was surprised at how many homeless people call it their home. I was expecting a city for romantic weekends and instead saw a city of contradictions.
The boy and girl and I had to wait to check in and wandered up and down State Street. While there were fun vintage shops, many of the stores are found at your local mall.
Our hotel, the Mar Monte was older and ran along the main beach drive. The room was pleasantly spacious and we had a view of the spa.
We met the bride and groom at a casual pizza place, Rusty's the eve before their wedding.
The next morning we went to the original (and last standing) Sambo's Restaurant. My grandmother gave me one of the first Sambo books printed in the US. It is on many banned book lists. The food is good, and I didn't have a Bloody Mary - if you ever go - everyone is ordering it and it looks delish.
That evening was the wedding. It was held at the Santa Barbara Historic Courthouse in the gardens. The afternoons was warm and sunny and the ceremony was very sweet and auspicious beginning for a life together. While the wedding party had photo's the boy and the girl were good sports and let me take tons of photo's. Until the girl broken because she was hungry and needed a restroom. Like most tourist cities you have to buy something to get a key and I feel slightly robbed. But having to make a purchase at the Coffee Cat was hardly painful until you decide to order a crepe.
Crepe's are not just for breakfast. However, being almost 5, the cook had gone home so the crepe menu was closed. *boo hoo* If I ever spend time again in Santa Barbara will be in line at the Coffee Cat for a banana and Nutella crepe. Who doesn't love an independent coffee house?
The next day we went to see the Santa Barbara Mission. I normally love historic buildings, but I always feel sadness when I visit missions. Something about the frugal and brutal lives of the people who created them, the unmarked burials of natives, the crypts, and unknown artisans, make missions not on my list of things to see. Give me a garden, art museum or other sunny sport. This marks the entrance of the cemetery.
On the way home we stopped at the Levi's store for the boy. 511 skinny jeans. Of course he does not wear the preppy shirt or sweater.
And that marks the end of our mini weekend getaway. Our next travel adventure will be in Northern California over Thanksgiving.