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We left around 10 am by Sunset Boulevard to the ocean with the top down. You had to see us three in a convertible, in the cold. It took little to find that the trick was to have the top down, but the windows rolled up and even put the heating. Sunset Boulevard is a street full of endless curves ranging from Hollywood to the ocean, to reach the ocean in Los Angeles instead of a promenade there is a highway (very original in this country) and that highway can be followed to the South (San Diego, Tijuana) or north (which we did). Caminito north pass through Malibu (who either do not have either waterfront or not we saw) along the highway we were getting to the interior where there are many crops (strawberries, pistachios and grapes) and we did not like it move away from the sea, we turned up to Oxnard by a sign saying something like "road overlooking the sea," and we ended up in a tent as all one hundred in Spain but taken by Mexicans. We found the most varied things, from virgin to the car, even cowboy hats. That Carmen, who was co-pilot, began to introduce the idea that "probably" we need a road map. So we started asking at the stores, of course, did not have those things. We split up, Carmen enjoyed Salvia the amount of incredible products, never seen before, he had on these sites and I went into a photocopy shop and I found that to be the only Native American place, super friendly too, and when I asked for a road map I drew his own to tell me how to get to another area of \u200b\u200bshops and, eventually, buy a map there. The man now took 15 minutes explaining in detail each and every military base traffic light (there were a couple in the area) we had to go through to get to this place was a liquor store (it's another thing I love here liquor stores). I drew the map we keep it, well it kind of was, because he did it with love, man, and only once in LA, we realized we had the address of the shop behind and website! And yet the store was like a photocopy shop in the neighborhood. This is the website, if you happen Oxnard have to pay him a visit. The truth is that following your instructions we got where we wanted: a gas station, bought our little map and throw to the north, no freak not before that's where we saw OXNARD, was about the most beautiful canals of Venice in Los Angeles. Pim
bread, bread and we pim Santa Barbara, we took a short walk, climb the top because we were dying of cold and continue to La Goleta where we ate, the food was Güena Stork and good coffee yet (as everyone says, the Americans drink coffee that is more like "tea coffee but the espresso is the same worldwide) and we took a walk around the pier.
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wanted to explore the area, but started here and our problem with California's traffic signals, that no one understands them, every time we got into a road we encountered a sign saying "private road You are using this route on your own risk " so clear, we turned around and went back to our cozy wagon general. But we did not understand if they were roads leading to residential areas is that they were private or sections that had not built the State of California. Overall, we lost a little more out there in a kind of lake that was near where a couple of surfers took us a little hair with "our friend's car" which was the pirate mask that we had put into the passenger seat, They asked us what the problem was our friend and I replied that I just enjoyed the world in two dimensions, so I was angry.
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Piratilla Here is the lagoon side
We said goodbye, we took the highway again and continue. Mulling over the map we discovered that the highway got into the back, but the views were amazing, so we felt good. When we were getting close to Morro Bay and went to sleep thinking, until now our intention was to sleep in a tent, so we looked at the campsite (we had no tent, which illustrates very well our idealism, which has no limits .) Unfortunately we spent the Morro Bay area that was the one who was camping and had to be impressive and stopped at the next town, Cayucos, basically the people (like that Morro Bay) was a joke, were about 150 houses facing the sea on a hillside and looked ghost completely. We go and spend two streets we saw a woman on which we rushed to ask, was as about 50 years and was so kind to us said she was going to the area of \u200b\u200bthe motel, that we could follow. Took the car and surprise, the lady was late for a meeting and marked a dramatic rally, with stops at breakneck speed and turns impossible, we were dead in the car laughing, go to the typical when someone offers to serve as a guide is to go super slowly and such, since no no, yes, when we landed on the site jumped another 10 minutes telling us where we could dine, drink a beer, and recommended a Motel that had its own beach, then we said he felt the rally but was late for a meeting (that's where we found clear, so far we thought we had caught women age 50 fastest American Wild West.) The Motel was called: Cayucos Shoreline Inn. I think the first thing we think about the Motel was: "Wow, we in a Motel with private beach, what goes, what goes! But we will ask you for asking nothing is lost "and then Salvia said:" Of course, we are doing market research "and our market research lasted, what does the water in a basket and was that the reception lady told us they were $ 120 without taxes, we put little face convinced, give us a second price of $ 105 with taxes and breakfast included, we we asked for the keys to see and what we should stay because it was amazing, the room is passed directly to the beach with a lawn in the middle and gorgeous views of the pier and surfers, with the evening they were going home and had to see you!.
piratilla after leading up to the door, like some ladies, we set out to explore these wonderful sites, that, being almost nine were in why most closed country! And those that were open seemed to turisteo us by the American West, much of the western movie, cool, but the pasta left us spent on them so we went to the store only "edible" we saw open for dinner buy filth and a bottle of wine. The guy in the shop, as often happens here, was of American parents but was born here and, therefore, found it difficult to speak English but I was willing to "talk" so we talked until it was heavy repeating over and over again "and What are three girls alone in Cayucos, "and we just say" drink up a bottle of wine to he replied that he thought little and we waited half an hour, he was sure would come back for more. Back in our bedroom with our queen beds (two doubles) had dinner, saw the photos, I saw LOST, I won a little fame ... participatory and we gradually falling all over ...
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