How two people can have such different approaches to taking a trip. Here I am waxing poetic about my philosophy and goals behind this trip. Guillermo writes an email to his friends prior to our departure and shares with them his goals: to see farms and eat.
Guillermo asked if we should bring along an empty saddlebag, “You know, in case someone gives us a really great piece of cheese or something.” Um sure, I agree, but later harass him endlessly – wondering why we still haven’t been given that 100 year-old giant piece of cave-aged to put in the case.
During our Monday morning foggy drive down PCH, we stopped in Cambria, where we were happy to find wireless internet at a spot that served great espresso. We couldn’t help but rudely snicker at their indoor seating spot though, with it’s office-like chairs and conference table. It felt rather like a motel lobby. (See pics of the purple room.)
And dang, it had been cold enough on the ride that morning to feel like winter, I wasn’t surprised to hear Christmas tunes piping into the room.
I wished Guillermo a Merry Christmas