On the way down we stopped in Etascadero to visit with Seanie's grandparents. That was nice - they are darling people and a very adorable old couple. Between the mountains of books and the knick-knacks scattered throughout the rooms (not to mention old photographs from the 1920's, oh joy!) I could've stayed there for hours. But we didn't want to take up too much of their time, so we stayed only for an hour or so.
Solvang's a little tourist town that was settled by the Dutch. The houses are on the main streets are all done in the same architectural style, so that it really feels like you're walking down a street in Europe - save for the oppressive California heat. We got into town around 5:30 so 'most every shop had already closed, but Seanie, my mother and I managed to stay out long enough for my shoulders to sunburn.
Then back to the hotel room we headed.
Seanie was sitting in the passenger seat most of the trip, and I was crammed into the back seat. I was bored so I tested my camera by snapping this photo of Seanie.
Solvang #1: Windmills.
There are windmills everywhere - they're the favored decoration motif. An inn right at the highway exit has an especially big one, just so that everyone knows that's the Solvang exit. That particular windmill was also part of a hotel's decoration - a much nicer hotel than we ended up staying at, I'd wager.
Our accomodations at the the Hamlet Motel was more than adequate. They had a fridge and a working shower, and that's really all I require for an overnight stay. :)
Solvang #2: Bakeries
There's a bakery on every corner, and each one is more than willing to serve up an ample supply of pound-inducing cookies and pastry. Note the storks on the roof - apparently the Dutch originally came up with that old story about the stork bringing babies. If you want to get knocked up, lure a stork to your house with a plaster bird placed high enough that the baby-delivering storks will see it.
No word on whether you should put a boy stork or a girl stork up.