Tuesday, July 28, 2009
A Santa Cruz Weekend
It's an odd dynamic in our little household - while liz gets to take a nice elongated break in the middle of the summer from snotty little kids and school lunch trays, I normally only get two weeks of time off a year. Since one week is regularly donated to the holiday over Christmas, we seized this year's other week with both hands in running away to California.
We landed in the bay area on Friday night, and within the hour of touching pavement were sampling the closest In-N-Out's best fare. (It's still fantastic.) We eventually found our way to our friend Bob's in Santa Cruz. The weekend was spent enjoying the sun, the sand, and most importantly, the food. Saturday was spent driving up the coast and walking the beach, as well as making a point to enjoy a crab sandwich and procuring an olallie berry pie for dinner that night - which was grilled salmon with a homemade bruschetta.
On Sunday we walked to a cafe for a late breakfast, and then made haste over to Henry Cowell's to introduce Liz to some very friendly redwoods. Like most things in California, it costs money to park right at the entrance, but if you find a spot on the road and take the meandering way into the chosen park, it's free. No wonder this state is having a large budget shortfall, there are too many penny pinching tourists like us. Once Bob had hugged his favorite tree, we retired to the Bonny Doon tasting room and the Santa Cruz Mountain Brewing Company for afternoon libations, and then Bob made us his famous pan seared filets topped with gorgonzola and scallions. (We're going to gain ten pounds this week.)
As of now, we're up north in Napa with our good friend Kristin who we rescued from SFO. We'll be sure to taste everything in sight and groggily report upon it before departing here for the city on Wednesday. Cheers!
We landed in the bay area on Friday night, and within the hour of touching pavement were sampling the closest In-N-Out's best fare. (It's still fantastic.) We eventually found our way to our friend Bob's in Santa Cruz. The weekend was spent enjoying the sun, the sand, and most importantly, the food. Saturday was spent driving up the coast and walking the beach, as well as making a point to enjoy a crab sandwich and procuring an olallie berry pie for dinner that night - which was grilled salmon with a homemade bruschetta.
On Sunday we walked to a cafe for a late breakfast, and then made haste over to Henry Cowell's to introduce Liz to some very friendly redwoods. Like most things in California, it costs money to park right at the entrance, but if you find a spot on the road and take the meandering way into the chosen park, it's free. No wonder this state is having a large budget shortfall, there are too many penny pinching tourists like us. Once Bob had hugged his favorite tree, we retired to the Bonny Doon tasting room and the Santa Cruz Mountain Brewing Company for afternoon libations, and then Bob made us his famous pan seared filets topped with gorgonzola and scallions. (We're going to gain ten pounds this week.)
As of now, we're up north in Napa with our good friend Kristin who we rescued from SFO. We'll be sure to taste everything in sight and groggily report upon it before departing here for the city on Wednesday. Cheers!
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You should move to Denmark, you get at least 5 weeks holiday there and Ian got 6 weeks. Even in England the minimum by law is 4 weeks.
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