Have you ever had disagreements with your spouse on what to do on a trip?
Usually, my husband and I roll pretty well. I am the planner. He is the king of spontaneity. Together, we operate with a base plan that can deviate to some extremes. At a point, there is a readjustment and the plan returns to its original roots. That process happens many times during a trip. It seems to fit our likes and expectations.
The last time we visited the Santa Ynez Valley, things didn’t go that smooth. We arrived to the town of Lompoc close to sunset time. I wanted to check the scene, the flower fields and La Purisima Mission.
Ahh, lets say the place was dormant, the flower fields were ‘hidden’ somewhere and the Mission was already closed. So, we decided to drive east to Solvang and pass the night there.
This is the thing, I really wanted to take a look at the Mission (this is something every history freak cherishes). I had already missed the place during previous visits so I was very vocal about my desire to come back the next day.
“We’ll be back,” my husband said.
“Great,” was my immediate thought.
As you can perceive from the tone of this post, the next day things deviated from the plan but this time there was almost no readjustment at all. The morning was spent eating ridiculously delicious sweets around Solvang and driving thru the backroads of the valley.
After lunch, we stopped at the too-beautiful-to-believe town of Los Olivos. We walked around, took a look at the shops and ate some more. Around 2:00 p.m., it was getting late to visit the Mission (it closes at 4:00 p.m.). I told my husband it was time to go but he said wanted to stay in Los Olivos.
Don’t get me wrong. Los Olivos is a great town. However, I had my eyes set on another target. Plus, I am the kind of person who needs some kind of stimulation. Really, how long can you spend in a one street town (I know this question has a rhetoric dimension)?
This was a battle between the foodie and the history lover. I ended up convincing my husband. The downside? We arrived very late to the Mission. I had less than half an hour on the site (insert deep breath in here).
La Purisima Mission has some characteristics that makes it unique.
Most of the California Missions are located in urban settings. Because of this fact, it is hard to imagine how it felt to live on those times when there were no other settlers (or structures) around.
La Purisima is located in a lot surrounded by rolling hills, trees and wildlife. From the site, no signs of civilization are visible. Therefore, you feel in the same shoes of the original inhabitant. You are in the wilderness out there.
Ohh, and did I mention this Mission has some walls painted in bright pink? See, how I am supposed to miss something like that?
The original Mission was established in 1787 and destroyed by an earthquake in 1812. What we have today is a reconstruction dedicated in 1941.
La Purisima is a State Historic Park operated by the California State Park Systems (it is not under the management of the Catholic Church like most of the Missions).
The first thing you notice when you visit the Mission is the façade and the pink bell tower (which is kind of its symbol).
Each mission was a self-sustaining community. The farms and workshops were capable to provide for the needs of the residents. In 1820, La Purisima had a population of about a thousand.
By crossing the walls of the Mission, you will encounter courtyards filled with artifacts used to fulfill the needs of past inhabitants. There are ovens, stoves, grain mills and olive presses.
Inside, there are some exhibitions that give you an idea of the living conditions in the 1800s.
I am sure there is more to see inside the buildings but I had to leave since one of the rangers was closing the building (with super long, old style keys).
I still had time to check the outside. The arches and long halls caught my attention.
There are farming and garden areas.
There are stables where horses, donkeys and oxen live.
There is a big vat where water was stored (the water system was restored too).
There is a hide racks area (where skins were hanged to dry). The cowhides were used to trade for other goods.
And of course, there were some unexpected visitors stopped by.
The time spent on the Mission literality flew by. I got a good grasp of how the padres, soldiers, craftsmen and Indians lived. But, but, but I would like to go back to explore with calm and hear some good stories from the rangers. This time history won the battle. Let’s see if it can win in a future occasion.
Just don’t tell my husband what I wrote in the previous paragraph. Deal?
Would you visit a place like this?