I Like The Way You Do That Big Sur, Big Surrrrr // #CCTakesPCH

Last week, my friend Charlie From Oxford came to visit Stanford, and yes she will forever be known to me as Charlie From Oxford. Everyone loved her, of course, but you know when there's a Brit involved, there will always be some conversation topics that simply need to be covered:

Say the word (flip through dictionary and toss out every word in it).

Do you really drive on the left side of the road?

And then came the heated question: England or California? Charlie picked California because of the sunshine and friendliness and because it's California. The rest of us picked England because Kate Middleton. (And accents and crumpets.)

But I might have to re-consider my answer just a smidge. As I was editing my Big Sur/Southern California pictures, I thought - wow. California REALLY is something.

Ready to roadtrip with me? Hop on with me and my artichoke friend!

My roommate and I did our annual Southern California trip on Memorial Day Weekend, but we decided to make it harder for ourselves by taking the long way down - the beautiful Pacific Coast Highway. And even though around Hours 7 and 8, I definitely thought she might swerve into the water purposefully, it really was a magical mystery ride, as John Legend likes to say.

A last minute decision to pull over at a random roadside farmers market to buy three ears of corn and a honey straw, a pit stop in Carmel to peek at the Mission, nonstop snacking, a pretty incredible playlist, and a final destination at Cassandra's neighborhood In-N-Out ... this roadtrip was pretty spectacular.

Oh, wait.

Then there was Big Sur.

You. guys.

Every cliche about nature being God's masterpiece and California being California - is cliche for a reason. Cassandra and I developed this system: each time one (or both) of us started cussing at the top of our lungs, we had to pull over and take in the picturesque wonder pretty gorgeous BEAUTIFUL.

Needless to say, every thirty seconds, it was --

INSERT FAVORITE SWEAR WORDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!!! 

Ten hours later,
well. Who cares about ten hours later.
These 'ten hours during' were pretty gosh dang unforgettable, I'd say.