We woke up this morning refreshed after resting our weary heads and bodies upon the downy comfort that is Motel 6 bed linen. After filling up our Dodge Caliber ($50!), we hit up Cambria for some cappuccino and lattes at a picture-perfect cafe; a quick glance around revealed that we were the only patrons--indeed, the only human beings within Cambria city limits--under 65. A quick stop at the grocery store, and we were back on the road to Big Sur. What a twisting, spiraling, winding road; and such breathtaking beauty that no amount of adjective could do it justice. We breathed it in.
At the Henry Miller library, I spotted a book I've been wanting to read for quite a while; a beautiful hardcover edition of Anais Nin's Winter of Artifice. Figuring I might as well support the library, I purchased the book, not realizing that it was $50. The book is quite lovely, though, and independently produced. As John Cloud is fond of saying, It's only money, you get more in two weeks!
Oh, I also ran into an old boyfriend there, but that's a long story I don't feel like getting into.
We drank tea at a rustic coffeehouse by the side of a road where a bunch of Big Chill-esque sunburnt hippies were selling dirt-encrusted carrots and fairy dust oils and similar things. After a few more stops to take in the mountain air, we checked into our beloved Motel 6, and hightailed it to dinner at Chili's, where a perky waitress informed Jess that she couldn't get a burger medium-rare. She did finally allow me my chicken tacos minus ranch, though. It's the small victories!
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