We visited this little Danish town nestled in Santa Barbara County, on the
recommendation of several friends. There was a food and wine festival in town
the weekend we were there.
 Driving
along the Pacific coast, we saw this island with a bridge going to it. I'm
not sure what it's called, but I'm sure there's some kind of kung-fu blood
sport going on out there. |
 Driving
down the highway in Buelton, California. We had to get a hotel here because
Solvang is like totally the hot spot of Santa Barbara County. Only super
cool people like Cristi get to stay there. |
 We
ate here the first night in town. I swear there's some food in front of me. |
 Not
just any old windmill. It's the Day's Inn windmill! Despite the wind, I
don't recall seeing the windmill mill. |
 The
Solvang heavy metal scene. |
 Do
you have a little of the captain in ya? |
 Me.
In the street. Next. |
 This
was from the top of one of the windmills. |
 The
mean streets of Solvang |
 And
some more |
 Our
new Jeep Cherokee makes an appearance. |
 The
open range of the Ostrich and Emu farm, which also sold strawberries. |
 I'm
getting tired of writing captions. |
 Watch
out for the pterodactyl! Hit it in the mouth with your lance! |
 Emus
pack a wallop. Don't ever feed one out of your bare hand. |
 "Where's
MY food?" says the ostrich. |
 More
beautiful scenery. I could retire here. |
 No
lie - these things make a sound like a Harley Davidson v-twin engine. |
 So
you can pay these guys and they'll let you feed their emus and ostriches.
Good thing, otherwise they'd have to pay a hired hand to feed them. |
 Du
hast ein Pepsi? I didn't know that color still existed. |
Driving
along the Pacific coast, we saw this island with a bridge going to it. I'm
not sure what it's called, but I'm sure there's some kind of kung-fu blood
sport going on out there.
Driving
down the highway in Buelton, California. We had to get a hotel here because
Solvang is like totally the hot spot of Santa Barbara County. Only super
cool people like Cristi get to stay there.
We
ate here the first night in town. I swear there's some food in front of me.
Not
just any old windmill. It's the Day's Inn windmill! Despite the wind, I
don't recall seeing the windmill mill.
The
Solvang heavy metal scene.
Do
you have a little of the captain in ya?
Me.
In the street. Next.
This
was from the top of one of the windmills.
The
mean streets of Solvang
And
some more
Our
new Jeep Cherokee makes an appearance.
The
open range of the Ostrich and Emu farm, which also sold strawberries.
I'm
getting tired of writing captions.
Watch
out for the pterodactyl! Hit it in the mouth with your lance!
Emus
pack a wallop. Don't ever feed one out of your bare hand.
"Where's
MY food?" says the ostrich.
More
beautiful scenery. I could retire here.
No
lie - these things make a sound like a Harley Davidson v-twin engine.
So
you can pay these guys and they'll let you feed their emus and ostriches.
Good thing, otherwise they'd have to pay a hired hand to feed them.
Du
hast ein Pepsi? I didn't know that color still existed.