When: April 2016
Where: Big Sur, California
Driving there is half the fun, and Swanton Berry Farm is a must-stop. They have the most delicious strawberry shortcake, which basically tastes like summer in a cup.
Verve Coffee Roasters is another perfect stop, and this time around we visited their Seabright location. Mocha lattes for the road.
Another stop I recommend is Garrapata State Park. A short walk brings you down to the beach, and a field filled with calla lilies!
Our next stop was Palo Colorado Road – a street full of tree houses, cabins and forest homes. Dream city!
Then, we crossed the bridge and were in Big Sur!
We headed to Deetjen’s to check in, and settled into Grandpa’s Room for the weekend. It’s a place that can’t quite be described, but is everything cozy, romantic, warm and feel-good. Simple and beautiful. Authentic and peaceful. Hygge times one million.
That evening, we headed to Pfeiffer Beach for magic hour, then back to our inn for dinner.
The next morning, a handsome butler brought us coffee in bed, and then we caught the sunrise coming over the cliffs. Pure magic.
After breakfast, we visited the spa at the Ventana Inn, which is incredible. We enjoyed a couple of herbal massages, and spent the rest of the afternoon lounging by the pool. Après-spa was spent at the Big Sur Taphouse, and then we made it to Nepenthe for sunset!
In the morning, we slowly packed up, and enjoyed a lazy breakfast at the inn. The eggs benny are the best I have ever had, and the blueberry pancake is GIANT. Maybe my favorite breakfast ever. One more coffee from Big Sur Bakery, and we hit the road for Point Lobos!
With a red eye back to Boston, we had the whole afternoon to play, and our only mission was to find delicious sammies and a beach. We stopped at Zoccoli’s and grabbed a giant bag of goodies, while googling “best beach Santa Cruz.” We randomly selected Panther Beach, and we loved it! You park on the road, follow the train tracks to a little cliff, hike down the cliff, and then cross through a keyhole to the other side. So much fun, and the best memories.
Driving back towards San Francisco during magic hour was truly something. The air got a little bit cooler, our hair was whipping around in the wind, and you could smell the salty breeze off of the ocean.
Until next time, Big Sur. We love you.