fiesta.

It's been a few years since we went to fiesta in Santa Barbara (past years here and here). It's always the first week of August, starting on Wednesday and continuing through the weekend. We saw the Spanish Days parade on State Street and chased each other with cascarones in hand. Clarke took a while to understand what was going on, but once he noticed the dozens of horses trotting down the street, he didn't stop pointing and opening his eyes wide with awe. It was more fun watching him watch the parade than watching the parade itself! Being Clarke's mama is the best.

After the parade and some lunch, Franco and I caught the new Wolverine movie at the Arlington theater sans baby while Tia Marta babysat. We only had a day to spend in SB, but it was a good one.

p.s. I finally got some saltwater sandals and now my feet are happy. That is all.