every moving person has to have a free day, and this was it for us. We drove down from the hills to the sea, and spent an afternoon in Santa Cruz, hippie capital of the world. After much cruising around, trying to find the lunch bistro that Julie had highly recommended, we finally found a good parking place right across the street from "Cafe Limelight" -- the best doggone dog-friendly bistro I've encountered. It's small and cute, and the little patio is filled with people towing dogs or children or both, but all well behaved, thank God. We had a superb hummus appetizer designed by Farouk (who was also our waiter); and we split a panino/salad plate and a bottle of 'Flying Dog' ale. Although dessert was superfluous, it was superb: again, we split a tall dessert glass filled with espresso, vanilla ice cream, and a bit of whipped cream on top, called "Affogatto" (I call it "Heaven and Hell" -- it's hot and icy-cold at the same time, and simply delicious).
After dawdling on the breezy, sunny patio, we had no time to go to see the film we'd thought to try, "Mamma Mia;" so we drove around and around again trying to find stores we wanted to check out; that's tiring, folks. So we hit Trader Joe's for a stock-up shopping and then headed thankfully back up the mountain. East or west, home is best, as they say.
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Daddy will not make it through Mamma Mia. Stella thought it was the movie from hell (check out her Facebook comment). I saw a clip with Pearce Brosnan singing and thought, "OMG, I have finally become my father. That man's singing is making MY throat hurt."
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