Santa Barbara was a lot more laid back, cosy, relaxed and cool than I had imagined - definately a place I would go again. Conversely, though many people talked up Santa Cruz, we found it was a bit threatening, lazy and shabby - like the worst side of Brighton. The hostel we had in Cruz was lovely, with a sweet garden and cabins. But it was slackerville. The Big Sur driving was spectacular and we have far too many photos of rock/sea scapes. We saw hundreds of sea lions close up at Piedras Blancas, spent the night on Raggedy Point in non/budget luxury and delighted in the Monterrey aquarium. The highlight though was probably Hearst Castle. Take Portmerrion and exponentially inflate it and add a large dose of celebrity debauchery and multiply the budget into biblical proportions and you get the idea. Even though it was only accessible by guided tour it was stunning . I am still looking for David Niven's books about the shenanigans there.
Three songs about big:
#3 Mr Big, Free
#2 Big Bottom, Spinal Tap
#1 Notorious B.I.G., P Diddy
This doesn't even begin to get across the enormous opulence of Hearst Castle
Up close and personal
Anna has a lot of new boyfriends to choose from
Big Sur
Bigger Sur
Are you sure...
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