Up until a few weeks ago, I didn’t know what Big Sur was. I knew it was a place. And I knew it was a nice place because whenever it came up in conversation everyone half-closed their eyes and sighed and said “oh mmm Big Sur, gorgeous.” And then, since it was too late to ask for clarification (is it a park? a mountain? a beach? a taco joint?), I would follow along. “Oh mmm Big Sur, gorgeous.” Continue reading →