By now it may be obvious, particularly by my lack of blog posts, that this tiny California beach town is anything but sleepy. The last to weeks the roar of engines took over the sound of the waves. Nights were filled with beautiful cars, epic views, and good friends. I’m finally back in California. My childhood memories of Carmel can pretty much be summed up by the time I found a box of bunnies in an artichoke field and convinced my parents to adopt another pet and many weekends of searching for restaurants that would seat 5 children, 5 Argentines and a tiny Indian lady, my beautiful mother.
While contemplating the move for my last freelance job, Mr Maharaja and I found any excuse to venture through the storybook beach town and drive along the coast to Ventana. Now that I’m here we still find any excuse to lay in their Japanese baths and stare at the stars in the magical (no seriously) Big Sur sky. The healing waters from the natural hot springs are one of the few reasons you will leave this place embracing your inner hippie. The other reason may be the clothing optional suggestion, meaning being naked is highly encouraged. That being said, I can only take embracing my inner hippie so far and dinning on micro greens with a low sodium over cooked piece of fish is not funny. The only thing I want to embrace after a beautiful hike through the grounds is a large bowl of pasta with venisin ragout and shaved Parmesan… NO, burrata!
After an exhausting car week, Mr Maharaja and I decided to head to Ventana for a relaxing weekend. Armed with a basket of empanadas and wearing my favorite travel dress from H&M and my riding boots I’m ready for another amazing evening hiking through Ventana with my love.