Cafe Delmarette...

On the mornings I'm not even pretending to do homework, Cafe Delmarette is my go to spot.  (My excuse for skipping school work: they don't have wifi.)

What they do have, however, is the most addictive scone in the whole wide world.  Spicy sausage and cheese is my daily order. I do find it funny, that even after two and a half months of eating this scone every morning, the person behind the counter still asks me what I would like.  As though I would order something different!  I'm sure they have other good things on the menu, but I have never waivered in my loyalty.

Besides their killer scones, Delmarette also has really nice monthly art shows.  During May, my friend Louise had her work hanging on the walls.  Inspired by amusement parks and boxing rings of the past, I love Louise's characters like "Pesaro" and "Gravino" that make appearances across her work and compete to be THE GREATEST.

Westside Market...

The Santa Cruz farmers markets are the social event of the week.  Everyone is there- friends, neighbors, butchers, bakers and I'm sure some one there must moonlight as a candlestick maker.  

Each market has its own vibe.  Wednesday downtown is packed to the gills with produce tents, drum beating bohemians, and a bike valet.  Saturday morning on the West side is a bit more low key. People stroll by for breakfast, to watch a fiddling band of print makers, and to buy flowers.

This spring, the Ranunculus have been going crazy!

 

Monterey...

Clam chowder detour.

Big Sur...

Sometimes Ryan and I will take miniature trips along the coast.  Anything to make it feel like we're traveling again. 

The Golden Gate...

Today marked the 75th anniversary of the Golden Gate Bridge and the whole city was decked out for the party.

Despite its touristic appeal, this iconic beauty never fails to make me proud.  

I love San Francisco.

Verve...

I don't even like coffee, and I'm still smitten by Verve Roasting Company.  During the times I concede to study (erm, read Murakami novels), I camp out at the downtown Verve.  Sometimes I feel like places are designed specifically for me.  At Verve, where Edison bulbs hang like raindrops from the ceiling and air ferns are tucked in every nook and cranny,  I fit right in.

Bigger And Better Things...

For the past two months since we've been home from Europe, both Ryan and I have been itching to move to The City.  With no attachments to school (ew) and encouragement from the chefs at work, Ryan set out for San Francisco, while I twiddled my thumbs away taking my last undergraduate classes in Santa Cruz.  Together, he and his friends have found a place on Alamo Square which, we quickly decided, was the nicest neighborhood in town.  Hardwood floors, latticed windows and a real kitchen!, around the corner from the Independent, fancy restaurants like Nopa, and walking distance to everything.  I spent the weekend helping him move in and walking around Alamo Square park, writing down addresses of houses I'd like to live in...I have all sorts of strange criteria planned out.  I want to live alone, I want southeast facing windows, I want to decorate with Pendleton blankets and Mexican embroidered tapestries...

Twenty-seven more days left in Santa Cruz for me.  And before I'm moving anywhere, I've got to find a job....