Sunday I went to the 30th Annual Gilroy Garlic Festival. From the second we drove into town the smell of garlic lingered in the air. The festival basically consisted of people eating, drinking, listening to music and browsing local artists booths. I think my breath still smells after scarfing down garlic fried artichoke hearts, garlic marinated and stuffed mushrooms, garlic ice cream and just about anything else that sounded interesting or delicious.
After the festival I went with Allison, my old roommate to Santa Cruz. We walked around near the ocean as I took pictures.
This post will consist of two, three picture sets. Each set tells a story... sort of....
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