The manic driving is over. Now we are on the long distance section down a coast road, breaking the journey with some beach stops. Past Malibu beach, where the houses look insignificant from the back but if you’ve seen 2 1/2 men then you know what they look like from the front and on through the Santas.
A drive in this part of the world shouldn’t cause wintery thoughts but we couldn’t help ourselves. Singing, ‘Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus, right down Santa Claus lane,’ for reasons we couldn’t fathom.
There are so many Santas.
Santa Barbara is our home for the next two nights. Barbara is lovely, as you would expect a Barbara to be. It has the feel of being in a cozy drama, a bit like Stars Hollow without the snow. It wouldn’t surprise me to wake up and find styrofoam snow on the ground and go us to go to Luke’s coffee bar for a pumpkin spiced Latte.
We are hoping for a relaxing day with no driving tomorrow. Just sitting around the pool with Barbara, letting it all hang out.
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