Yes, I made it to <?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Santa Barbara. I walked from the train station to my hotel – which looked like three blocks on the map, but the map didn’t say anything about “oh yeah, there’s a hill. And that street has no street lights.” Met some random nice local who was out walking his cat – wondering if I needed directions to the Youth Hostel. Continued walking uphill in the relative dark, wondering why I’d thought this was a good idea.
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Found my bed and breakfast before the check-in desk closed. Got given a map and directions to my room (which I repeated back) and info on breakfast (which I also repeated – and promptly forgot). Found my room and
… holy crap. I took pictures, but out of everything I brought, I didn’t bring the uploading cable so you’ll have to wait. Fireplace. Jacuzzi tub. Big screen TV. After I unpack, I’m gonna aim that TV toward the tub, and dive on in. Gotta do what I can to make my arm feel better for kayaking tomorrow.
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