The Land of Milk and Honey

As we drive from Los Angeles to San Francisco, we take Pacific Highway up the coast, Highway 1. People have only told me good things about the ride, and it's sure worth the drive!
What a coastline!
You drive on tiny windy roads, pass beautiful view points and see the fog blanket unfold itself throughout the day. This is a must see for any person traveling up the west coast.
On our way we pass many villages that have a spanish feel to it, San Simeon with the big and strange Hirst Castle, Big Sur, and the beautiful Carmel-by-the-sea, a little town that seems to be painted on the setting canvas; it feels spanish, italian and french at the same time, with a little touch of Californian spirit. Beautiful organic roads lead you towards small cafés, restaurants and shops, that are well hidden between long, leafy trees.


After Carmel we stop by Monterey, a place you sixties music addicts LOVE I'm sure - in 1967, this was the place where the famous Monterey Festival took place. Standing on the stage, I felt like Janis Joplin, without the bottle of Southern Comfort maybe ;), singing my soul out - watching these people relishing and flowers whirling down the sky...
Of course, I would be on the first row to see Jimi Hendrix burn his guitar on stage, after he played on it with his teeth and blew everybody away with his raw, rocking performance and beautiful appearance ;). After that, I would go and dance on hypnotic drums, with a scarf lashed up on my head, tight like a string, while I would chant with the songs of Jefferson Airplane.... this must be california dreamin'...