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| San Luis Obispo |
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This is a quiet little town along the Pacific coastline, located right about half-way between Los Angelees and San Francsico. We visited Hearst Castle on our first day there, a castle that sprouted right in the middle of rocky moutain terrains. The grandeur of its numerous bulidings were just spectacular, and the blue-sky that day just made the pool even that much more magnificent. |
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We arrived at our hotel around 4 in the afternoon, and I saw a row of bikes right outside our door, bikes - the very thing Ben knows squat about! |
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See, he knows SQUAT about riding bikes! |
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It was the day of Christmas, and all the shops and facilities were closed... So, I suggested a day of adventure. I taught Ben how to ride a bike. Even though it was a pathetic attempt on his effort to say the least, it was an hour of free entertainment! Soon, in order to regain his dignity, he took me on a round of golf. Let's just say that I was a very professional caddie... |
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| While we were checking out of our hotel on the third day, we've discovered that we were such noisy guests that the front-desk actaully rememebered our room number. However, the lady was still nice enough to bear with us for one more minute, and offered to take a picture for us. |
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