Yesterday we took a trip to one of the most favorite places. We've been coming to Santa Barbara since we were awkward teenagers who donned bermuda shorts and awful haircuts. The trips are quick and touristy, but we don't mind because I guess we kinda are tourists in the situation.
There was first a stop for lunch on the wharf, complete with calimari, steamed mussels and clams, the fresh catch of the day (snapper), a fish sandwich, and clam chowder in sourdough bread bowls. We made both intellectual and not-so-intellectual conversation, we ate until our bellies are sufficiently stuffed, and we rolled out of the restaurant ready to walk around the wharf. As we passed through each souvenir shop, we laughed about the t-shirts we used to buy and the cheesy trinkets we wanted as kids. We admired the sparkly blues of the ocean and took some faux-family photos. It's a variation of the same thing every time we visit, but it always becomes a treat.
It's now 7 am and I hear my sisters slowly waking. We are skipping our normal continental breakfast today for a breakfast at grandma's! I believe it is time to go get ready for some rice cakes and little smokies. Take care, everyone!