Almost two weeks later, the final central coast post. If you want to see really good pictures, then you should go to Michelle's blog and check out her posts: Day One: Breathe; Day Two, Hearst Castle; Day Two, San Simeon and the Elephant Seals (NOT about Maliboo Kitty, thankyouverymuch); Day Three, the Mission and the Rock.
If you missed my other posts, you can read them (or just look at the pretty pictures) by clicking: Some Natural Beauty; Our Photo Safari; Elephant Seals (again, I don't mean Maliboo Kitty); Hanging Out With Michelle; and Hearst Castle.
On Sunday morning, our third day, Michelle and I made our way to San Luis Obispo for breakfast. For once, I could easily have gone most of the day without eating (because we had eaten our weight in yummy food Friday and part of Saturday, so much so that we weren't able to have dinner Saturday evening), but Michelle was ravenous, so off we went. You have to understand, usually in the mornings I'm one of those people who has to eat within 30 minutes of getting up, otherwise people start looking like ham and eggs to me, and they risk life and limb.
We had breakfast at a delicious and popular breakfast place in San Luis Obispo, Louisa's Place. Completely delicious and fun and friendly service, though they did misspell "premier" on their web page. Eh hem. No matter, the food was still good. But I emailed them about it. I mean, I emailed them to tell them how much we enjoyed our brunch there, but I added a PS about the typo. I know it's a little OCD, but if there was a typo on my website, I would want to know about it, wouldn't you? Anywayyy...
I didn't take many pictures, except for one of a beautiful parrot in a tree, but if you click through to Michelle's Day Three post (see link above), you can see some very nice pictures of San Luis Obispo. Incidentally, SLO appears to be overly populated by rather gorgeous people. At first I thought maybe I had been buried with my nose in my camera for two days and that I was appreciating people like a starving person might unexpectedly enjoy liver. However, Michelle noticed it too. I don't know how I feel about that. It occurred to me that my odds of finding a boyfriend would probably drop. Meh. Whatevs.
So blahdy blahdy blah, we walk around, we peruse a couple of shops but not too many because you know how I get and Michelle had mercy on me, and then we head back towards Cambria, with an eye towards checking out Morro Bay Rock. Because we had lots of cold and windy weather, I layered with my silk longjohns (what?!?). On the drive to Morro Bay I depantsed so I could take off the longjohns. Thankfully, I wasn't driving at the time. Don't get me wrong, I have depanstsed and repantsed while driving, but it's much easier when I'm the passenger, I find. Way less veering and erratic driving, no honking, screaming of obscenities or giving of the finger (at me, of course, I can't give someone the finger if I'm trying to drive *and* change my pants, now can I? Silly!).
Anywayyy...
At this point, it's far too late to introduce a few photos with a platitude such as "without further ado" or "let's get right to it, folks!" so I will just say that after all that prattle, you should just be grateful that now I will shut up and you get to see some pretty pictures.
Psyche! Instead of pretty pictures, a picture of smoke stacks. I think this is a power plant, sitting right across the way from Morro Bay Rock. It's so obnoxious that it's almost artistic, isn't it?
A sailboat. Hanging out. I love the blueness of the water and the sun's reflection on it.
Sorting the fish.
Flowers and the row boat.
Morro Bay Rock.
Backlit sailboat. Really a tiny sailboat.
A fishing boat. Again, I really like the sun's reflection on the water.
The water here was completely calm, quite the contrast from the crazy waves we photographed down the street from our little rental. That brings me to the end of Michelle's and my photo safari. I got to relive it a few times by writing about it, but now it is time to turn to the next trip. And there is a next trip on the horizon.
Next: my new year's resolution. Which is not the next trip, but is related to the next trip. Sort of.
