The thing is: I like walking. I don’t mean
hiking or walking as a work out, though I enjoy those things from time to time.
Instead, I am talking about walking for fun or just to admire the view, which
is simply breathtaking in Santa Barbara. So sometimes I’ll choose walking
downtown over taking the bus for instance, just as long as I have my ipod with
me and can listen to good music on my way there – usually rock’ n’ roll. Yup,
in case you were wondering, I am that weird kid who always wears a black shirt,
with a picture of a rock band on it, even during a 90 degrees summer afternoon
(or as we call it in Brazil: a regular afternoon).
Besides the fact that downtown is gorgeous
and worth of at least a couple posts, the walk there can be equally interesting
and baffling. For starters, there are a few ways to get to State Street, and
some are rather “amusing.” This may not be the best word to describe those
paths, but for lack of a better word it’ll have to do it. Depending on where
you are walking from, and where exactly you are trying to go, there is one road
(or trail if you will) that goes down a hill, through trees and bushes. Some
kind soul has even set a rope to aid whoever attempted to pass there. Seriously,
the first time I went through this path, I was convinced I would be kidnapped
at any moment. Either that or an UFO would appear.
Another possible way to go downtown is by
walking down Cliff Dr. And if you go straight, by the highway, there is a huge
tree I have climbed once or twice. Okay, I have climbed it way more times than
that, but who is counting anyway? Regardless of how often I have been sent back
to my childhood amidst its branches, I’ve definitely had fun on this tree. Now someone
whose head is in the right place would naturally ask whether we are supposed to
be playing on it, and the most honest answer is: I don’t know.
In spite of how I make it downtown, I love the
feeling I get when I make a turn and finally glimpse it. But then again, downtown deserves a post
of its own.
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