Our Santa Barbara Weekend

A perfectly imperfect itinerary.

I have wanted to stay at the Rosewood Miramar in Santa Barbara for years. It’s all classical architecture, brick pathways, manicured hedges, and bicycles leaning against white fences. Essentially my entire lexicon. So for my birthday this year, all I asked Syd for was to sleep in and lay in the sun. (Turns out that's the kind of thing you start asking for at 41. More on that in last week's post, if you missed it.)