almost perfect.

an almost perfect day was had this halloween. first, we had the kind of weather that makes me deliriously happy. sunny, warm, dry and gorgeous. we went to the farmers' market in marin (about 40 minutes and $8 in bridge tolls) for no other reason except that we needed cilantro and lemons. and this, after just visiting the ferry plaza farmers' market the day before. i love that. vegan crack.

after standing up for myself to the tamale lady by walking away and not buying anything from her because she was so rude (this is a big deal for me), we packed up the car and went a'drivin'. we stopped at a frou-frou mall to tinkle and observe the rich white folks of marin county (i think that needs to be in title case). we then went to another mall in search of a non-chain restaurant. no luck. so we drove up, up, up a twisty turvy road toward the beach where the sharks like to bite people.

we didn't quite get that far, but we managed to check out muir beach. on our way, we passed a zen center/little farm combo, some horses, a few diehard bike riders cycling up the hill and managing not to get killed by passing motorists on the too-tiny-for-two-vehicles road.

we stopped at the pelican inn, a really sweet little englishy cottage with a bar and restaurant, but there was no seating at the bar and we weren't in the mood for a full brunch. i was disappointed since i was hankerin' for a cider. alas, we moved on.

we passed a pair of horses that were fighting. one was really bugging the other one and it was pretty funny to watch. i could have stayed there for a while. there was a row of mailboxes along the side of the road since i'm guessing that in this rural area, the twisty road makes personal delivery ultraslow.

like real tourists, we stopped at the designated "overlook" to ooo and ahhh with the rest of 'em. unfortunately, unlike real tourists, we had no film. if we did, our pictures would look something like these.

after regretting not purchasing acme olive bread and sciabica olive oil, we headed back up and down, around and around all the way back to the freeway.

unfortunately, i was green and needed food like nobody's business so we caved and did what any true tourist would do. we ate fast food in the city where slow food is a way of life!

who said playing tourist wasn't almost perfect?