Tippy and I stayed over last night in Santa Cruz. Was a nice drive from San Jose. I found it to be a typical coastal city: very laid back, hippies-abound, and every street named after a part of the ocean.
Spent most of the night driving around and figuring out the city (we were relying on internet-based maps). Found a nice Italian restaurant (ordered a white zinfandel) and gorged on some simple pastas. Tippy got the eggplant parmesan (as usual).
On our way back we picked up some fresh strawberries at a farm. Very sweet and lucious indeed. Now we’re pretty tired.. sitting on a bed and blogging as usual.
On a side note, I never understood why people are hired to twirl signs on the side of a road to advertise for businesses. Do people really get lured to by mattresses if a scruffy looking guy is idiotically waving a bold printed sign exclaiming the benefits of king sized beds? And why don’t they just use a machine to wave around the sign? I guess part of the reason is that it incites such conversations as this that point to the boneheaded nature of the whole thing.