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snippet of life: beautiful saturday in Ojai

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Zanny and I went up to Ojai for a some good’ole R&R. We often drive to this little restaurant, Boccali’s,  to enjoy the fresh air and the wonderful weather. It’s nestled in orange groves and surrounded by breathtaking views of the Ojai mountains. All of the produce they serve is fresh from their farm right up the street. They also make their own wine! It’s definitely one of my favorite places to go on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon.
Zan and I always share the apple cobbler when it’s in season… no matter how stuffed I am. Good thing I’ve been hiking with my friend Mara three times a week!
They sell fresh, local produce at a little stand by the back door of the restaurant.
Look at that view! There are rows and rows of the most vibrant oranges. It smells so delicious!
We headed to the beach in Carpinteria just to look at the water, grab a latte and watch the crazy teens play v-ball… Seriously, I felt old because I would never be spiking a ball in my bikini in “freezing” January! Am I getting old or are they just crazy?

Photo credit: Zan Passnate

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3 responses to snippet of life: beautiful saturday in Ojai

  1. January 31, 2011

    How beautiful I love your images!! The desert yum!!

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    xoxo
    Karena
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  2. February 1, 2011

    Oh how I long for Spring. I need me some sun!

  3. February 1, 2011

    oh i miss going on little weekend getaways. what a fun day, the photos are all beautiful! i love orange orchards too. they are all over the place down here and my favorite smell in the world is when the orange blossoms are in bloom in the spring, it smells amazing. ps – i don’t think i could play vball in a bikini ever, even in the summer. haha

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