We're moving here.
Ruth is going to work in an art gallery and I'm going to give surf lessons to pale flabby tourists
We stayed at the Cheshire Cat B&B, which was lovely, if a little strange, I think Ruth was the youngest person staying there by about 40 years.
We found a nice little bar on State Street with a very chatty bar maid, and consequently left there looking for food quite drunk and quite late.
We eventually found somewhere open with a very chatty waitress and ate buffalo wings.
The next morning we visited Santa Barbara mission.
It's very pretty, and apparently if you need to take a period of reflection the friars have to let you stay there.
That's next year's holiday sorted then...
Fortunately she does facial hair too...
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