When your close friend mentions a tea service on the outskirts of Santa Barbara, you go with no hesitations.
I had been begging Mario for a summer picnic but in between our busy school and work schedules, it was looking close to sitting on the beach freezing our asses off in December. So, it wasn’t cold, but I advise everyone to check when the hell high tide is because that’s pretty much where my planning went to shit.
Carnival rides, food and artisanal booths, and the annual parade. I’ve had the rather fortunate experience to go every Sunday at the crack of dawn, not really more like 8 am, to see the parade. Thanks dad.