Though our childhood memories and our deep home roots lie within Arizona, we still love that we were born in California. We feel like we can totally relate to some of the Cali life and to all those beautifully bronzed, beachy-waved, salty Cali girls (AKA not us. Pale skin for life). But really, there is just something magical about the West Coast. And luckily for us, we have a great buddy who grew up near the gorgeous lands of Big Sur and with her desire to show us around her childhood roads and homes, we took a 12 hour drive to her hood. She let us romp around her country homelands, seeing cows and horses, and showed us her favorite spots throughout Big Sur for a day. A DAY. Magic.
Saturday in Ocean Beach, we woke up to open windows and early morning dog walkers. With sleepy eyes, we warmed up some oatmeal and topped it with peanut butter and banana, items we brought from home so we wouldn’t have to feel pressured to spend money/search for breakfast locations during this weekend getaway. Eating our breakfast slowly at the kitchen table, we had the chance to get a quick hello and goodbye in with our Airbnb host before she headed out to a surf competition that coupled as a fundraiser for her friend’s charity (she literally got cooler each day). Her morning energy got us jazzed for our day, and after cleaning up our room and getting ourselves ready, we Google Mapped our way to the Little Italy Mercato Farmers Market.
AND LET US TELL YOU.
That farmers market was incredible. It spread across 3-4 blocks and was filled with families, dogs, musicians, girls with envious style, and the sweetest vendors.