Count Fastracula was feeling stressed. He needed a break from the daily vampire grind. We decided a quick trip up the coast would be the perfect distraction and just the thing to revive his undead spirit.
On our way to the beach we made a quick overnight stop in Solvang, CA (or as the Count calls it, Solfang). We arrived just in time to celebrate Danish Days. Although we’re not Danish, who can resist the lure of Viking horns.
We quickly settled into our hotel and went
off to explore the festivities. The Count even
crossed some things off his “to-do” list at
the candle shop where he stocked
up on lighting for the castle.
From there we surveyed the various vendor booths and food stands. All that walking made us both thirsty, so we visited the Solvang Brewing Company to drain a pint. In typical vampire fashion, the Count didn’t know when to stop drinking. Before long he started seeing double (or was that me?) and then embarrassed us both by passing out on the table. I carried him back to the hotel in my purse, poured him into his casket, and we called it a night.
After a quick shower the next morning, the Count was feeling like his undead self again, so we left Solfang and headed for the beach.
It was a glorious sunny day. Despite my protests, the Count insisted on sunbathing. Predictably, he started frying like back fat in an iron skillet. We relocated to a shady spot, which
we discovered was the perfect
vantage point to watch the elephant seals nap.
We decided to head back to the hotel. The Count insisted on stopping for “supplies,” which I now know is code for beer. I think the Count has a drinking problem. Or is it me?