It is a good one hundred sixty something miles to lovely San Francisco. And we won't disclose how many to the Binkomonster castle. But we are dropping a line from the caravan as it winds its way around the lovely environs of the Los Padres Forest and Big Sur. There has long been a need to get away from the craziness of working for the man, and this weekend has been our opportunity. Funny, a year ago it was the countryside of Italy. This year, it is our own backyard so to speak. This post comes to you courtesy of the Henry Miller Library. The only 'hotspot' we've been able to find down here. Our adventures have consisted of poking around the lovely state parks and beaches, sketching on the porch of our lovely Yurt, drinking vino (of course), and interestingly enough, imbibing some cat poop coffee. We hear the reaction already...whaaaaaa? Well technically it's not just any old cat poop. Lomi, Loki, er.. Lo..something. It lives in Indonesia and has spots and a long tail and whiskers. And apparently it likes coffee beans. And supposedly it does some 'digestion magic' to make those beans, um, tastier once they come out the other end. We dunno. It tastes good, but we'll admit to having some difficulty wrapping our respective heads around the whole 'coffee from cat poop' thing. We digress, and dinner calls. Well, more importantly, a cocktail on the patio of the Lucia lodge. We better go before it starts to lose its chill. Back to the real world on Sunday.
