“I could live here” is the highest compliment to give a place.
And you, Santa Barbara – with your vintage street signs, perfectly-spaced palm trees, stucco public spaces and pervading smell of fresh bread – you make me feel contentment. Not sure if it’s the lazy mornings that begin on the sand and end at a cellar door, or the cozy way those Santa Ynez mountains cuddle the Pacific Ocean.
But something about your eternal summer vibe and Spanish-throwback architecture makes me wish this weekend would turn into a permanent relocation.
Or at least that my excuse to leave sounded stronger than “work begins on Monday…”
Mission Santa Barbara postcard sourced by Creative Commons – Boston Public Library.