Everything Happens For a Reason

No, really, it does.

On our way to LA, we thought we'd stop off for a morning drink, at one of the wineries in Santa Ynez, not a bar. This was not Ireland but a little Pinor Noir in the morning didn't seem like a bad idea at the time. We could always claim we were still on "East Coast time." It turned out that the wineries in Santa Ynez didn't open until later in the morning. So we carried on and headed to Santa Barbara, the American Riviera. While I was just there a few months back, there were a few things I didn't get to do. This time, we decided we'll walk around town, shop a bit and have some authentic Southern Californian food.


My one request was that we grab lunch *tacos* from this place, La Super-Rica, that I had read about, a favorite of Julia Child's. After scouting it out on the map we pulled up to the quirky taqueria. It was not what I had envisioned but man, this is what a taco joint should look like.


One problem - didn't know it would be closed on a Wednesday :(


I was a bit of a sour pickle but Tricia reassured me that everything happens for a reason. Her exact words and she was right. She usually is. We decided to drive back to the main street to pick up a sandwich, sigh. En route, Tricia saw a pedestrian fall on the sidewalk.

"Oh my gosh, did you just see that?" she asked me. With my head in the map, I had missed it. Tricia saw an elderly woman, probably 50-60 years our senior, fall, hitting her face smack into the pavement. We immediately turned the car around and pulled over. I sat with the woman, who luckily was conscious, and not in a pool of blood which Tricia was surprised there wasn't any given how hard she fell. We called for help, brought her out of the blazing heat, gave her our free water bottles (thank you Madonna Inn) to keep her hydrated and waited for her daughter to show up half an hour later. The two of us shared conversation with what seemed to be a neglected sweet old lady and all we kept thinking to ourselves was good thing that taco stand was closed. Not only did she need some medical assistance but she also needed someone to talk to. We were on a quiet side street and it could have been ages until she got the help she needed. When her daughter eventually arrived, we went on our way.



As we drove further south, a little shook up from what just happened, I turned to Tricia.
She was right, I told her, we weren't meant to get tacos that day.

Life doesn't always go according to the plans you make for yourself. Even if your plans are stopping at a taqueria for lunch. Sometimes the guy upstairs has other plans for you. The best we can do is adjust, lend a hand and carry on with our day.

Stay bitten ;)

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