Step One: The Train

In an effort to slow down, shut my brain off, legitimately take a break, Tanaya and I decided to take a train up to Santa Barbara for the day. Actually, day is kind of a stretch. It was more like a few hours. We spent about 5 hours on the train for both trips. The day had one rule alone: no talking about the business. Except for a few minor references (after all, we work so much it sometimes interweaves with regular life) we were true to our word and were able to sufficiently fill our time with mindless chatter, catching up on life and concocting new schemes.

We took the Amtrak Surfliner, hoping that it would actually line the surf. It didn’t but somewhere around Oxnard, I don’t think we noticed anything that was going on. We were overcome by a fit of giggles and discussions about conductors hats and hole punchers.

Santa Barbara was positively beautiful. The sun was gorgeous and the temperature was perfect. We took a short stroll before we ended up on a wharf and ate at Moby Dick’s. Whatever possessed us to eat 2 pounds of fried food, I don’t know, but I feel like my body is still mad at me.

I had to, of course, step into the Pacific Ocean and then we spent the remainder of our time lying in the grass….likely causing some sort of spectacle with our shrieks of laughter. But, oh well….

The train ride back was graced by the presence of a family of 9, whose kids weren’t as bad as their harried mother was screaming for the first half hour of our trip. That did not go too well with the sunburn-induced headaches I was suffering from. Fortunately, their exit was well before ours, and we were able to enjoy the end of the trip in relative peace.

From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
From Santa Barbara
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