We've been talking up our family road trip to Avila Beach to the kids for a while. Today, after about 4 hours on Hwy. 101 Oliver asked, "does road tip mean I have to sit in my car seat all day?" Well, yes actually, it does. But it also means junk food, sing alongs, you-touched-my-toy fights, and:
Funny face contests (competing against me is useless).
Trains that last forever.
The relief at finally arriving.
And, in our case, a little hula-hooping to rid ourselves of the road.
Today is the Mister's birthday—38 and he's still got it
A thing I like
Our guesthouse. If you ever find yourself in San Luis Obispo and you are a sucker for great style, huge bathtubs, and a TV-free evening every once in a while, this is your place. I walked into what I thought was the lobby (what is, actually, the lobby) and it was a painting studio. And there's our host, wiping paint off her hands to hand us the key. Plus the beds are amazing. The Mister is snoring right next to me as I write just to prove it.
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