This last weekend we left the comfort of our own beds to go sleep in a hostel about an hour south of San Francisco located at the old historic lighthouse at Pigeon Point. I really like hostels and try to stay at them when I travel, but there is always something sort of hippieish about them. Maybe it is because it seems that most of the people that flock to them hold their pants up with a piece of rope, wear sensible shoes and eat granola every morning?
But this hostel was so pretty!
and how many hostels do you know that have their own hottub? their own hottub (wait for it ... ) OVERLOOKING THE OCEAN!?! (sorry for the bathing suit shot, girls. if i don't watch it, no one is going to invite me anywhere anymore)
a potentially dangerous hottub! (this generally adds to the excitement)
We also got all hippie by touring a little self-sustainable goat cheese farm. I love the whole slow food movement these days, and it was fun to check out one of these farms that takes care of everything right there, nice and fresh.
Always good to know that my fresh, sustainable cheese comes from this cute little free range goat that is free to eat all the paint chips that he wants!
We kind of devoured all the free samples that they had sitting out. My stomach is still a little mad about all that cheese.
So, yeah. pretty fresh cheeses and picturesque weekends on the Point? i dunno, ya'll. hippie has gotten a little high class these days.