The birds and the beasts were there.
The big baboon by the light of the moon was combing his auburn hair.
You should have seen the monk…
Forever ago, when I was in California, Davey, Jennifer, Wes and I took the train to the Santa Barbara Zoo.
We got up at the crack of dawn to get down to the train station by 6:45. Jennifer got up way before the crack of dawn to feed horses, dogs, cats, llamas and whatnot. This made me seriously reconsider Wesley’s dream of having a sheep farm.
Once on the train, three of us conked. And then awoke to lovely scenery.
We all waved enthusiastically when we trained by Refugio. Lovely place.
And then we arrived in Santa Barbara. Yes, Jennifer is the only one who didn’t sleep. Yes, I am still waking up. And yes, Wesley’s compression socks worked nicely.
After taking off in three different directions, we finally figure out which way breakfast was. And because we must be country bumpkins, we had no idea how to use public transportation and therefore walked miles to breakfast and miles to the zoo.
So naturally, when we saw the little kiddie train that allows you to sit on your tush and take a tour of the zoo, I said, ‘Please?’.
Alas. No such luck.
Zoo was great. Penguins were our favorite. I could have sat and watched them forever. They’re so tiny and just hilarious. Basically, they take baths all day long.
Elephants are huge. Lions are hungry. And sound just like humans as they beat down doors. Leopards are beautiful. Flamingos smell. Anteaters are odd. And monkeys swing like a bell.
And then we were starving.
Wes and I slipped away to one of those foot spa places and came out feeling like new people.
We ran down state street, caught the train, and were whisked back to San Luis to enjoy Fire Stone and then, finally, fell into bed.
Quite the day. Highly recommend.