SLO is the most adorable town ever. The downtown is kind of large, but still feels quaint, and somehow there is not a single run-down house or business in the entire place. We arrived Wednesday and immediately drove down to Avila Beach and enjoyed the hot mineral springs while drinking some champagne. Luxurious. Thursday we went to Pismo beach, surfed, ate paninis, drank smoothies, and then headed back to San Luis. We wandered the town, hit up a brewery (goes without saying, huh?) and then went back to our...hostel. That's right, we stayed in a hostel. But let me tell you, the hostel is cheap and looks like a little ski lodge in the Alps. It's cute and cozy and we had our own room so we didn't have to slum it like in Ireland (or even worse...The Lona). There's just a certain point where you think, I guess I'm married and 27, do I really want to share a room and several bunk beds with strangers? My answer will always be no. So we had our own room and weren't planning on spending much time in the hostel anyway. But on Thursday, since it was Thanksgiving, we couldn't find a single restaurant that was open except for one called Mama's Meatballs. Um, no. The hostel was serving a home-cooked meal, so why not?
Around 6pm we heard people talking out in the living room and it had been silent up until that point, so we ventured out. At least a dozen bottles of wine and some crackers were on the kitchen table. Good start. We grabbed seats and started talking to some girls nearby. The room was friendly and we eventually ended up talking to almost everyone there. Nice people, free food, it was kind of a cool Thanksgiving. We spent the rest of the trip surfing and getting tan in 80 degree weather before heading back to the city of fog.