Drawn to the fiesta

Does that look like us? We don't think so, but who are we to tell.

The people of Santa Barbara were celebrating what they lovingly call Fiesta last week. It's a celebration of the town's heritage. We checked out some Flamenco dancing at the courthouse lawn on Thursday night and went down to the market in De la Guerra Plaza on Friday. The town was hopping. This annual event will probably be like Point-to-Point was for us in Wilmington. It will likely get better each year as we make friends and become more comfortable around with the local culture. We didn't know what to expect this year and felt a little out of place. Confetti eggs--yikes! Get this: we ran into some nice Minnesotan folk on the trolley ride home on Friday. They mistook us for locals. Imagine that.

On Saturday we attended R's company picnic. We ate some BBQ, played a water balloon toss, and had the caricature drawn (notice how R is the one holding the camera -- see, it does belong to her). Good times. After that we went for a hike in Rattlesnake Canyon. Yeah, the name freaked us out a little at first, but our hiking book ensured us it was just a name. The trail followed a creek through the woods and ended, at least for us, in a little meadow. The impending sunset kept us from continuing on any further. The scenery may not have been as breathtaking as on some of our hikes with the Sierra Club, but it was fun exploring on our own this time. It was such a nice evening for being out in the woods. I sure don't miss mosquitoes.

Our house hunt is coming along. For those of you who don't know, we finally sold our townhouse in Delaware. It's a relief to have that behind us. The other big news is that we put in an offer on a cool, but small, condo. Being that it is bank-owned, well-updated, and located even closer to downtown than our current rental, we couldn't pass up the opportunity to place a bid. However, it sounds like we weren't the only ones: there were quite a few offers made. It should be about a week before we hear if ours was accepted. We're trying not to get our hopes up too high.

Gotta run (literally, I've been meaning to take a jog). Later, dudes.