I left my heart....

We had a wonderful time in San Francisco. We ate good food, shopped the farmers market, rode the cable cars, went to the beach, and hiked many a hill. If I lived there, all I would need to get in shape would be to walk two of those hills a day. Though, if I lived there, I would take the bus everywhere and never walk…but hey, it sounds like a great plan.

I had the pleasure of visiting almost every Starbucks bathroom in the city. I quickly learned that most Starbucks have restrooms and they are fairly clean. Any time I spotted the infamous coffee shop (about every other block) I made a pit stop – it was better to be safe than sorry. Oh the joys of pregnancy.

On July 4th we decided to splurge on a boat tour to view the fireworks. One thing we never considered - fireworks and the City of Fog do not mix. Right around 5pm the fog started rolling into the bay. We stood in line in the chilly weather and rallied enough to take a seat on the top of the boat. As we shivered while touring the bay, we channeled our optimism up to the fog hoping some of it would break up and we would be able to see something, anything. All we saw was water and a cloudy haze – the city had disappeared.

The fireworks show is certainly something I will never forget. The fog would turn red, white and green and there were massive booms. Instead of fireworks, it looked as if the city was under siege. You could do nothing but laugh. Most of the other boat patrons acted as if everything was normal, ooohing and ahhhing, mostly because they were all drunk. The entire experience was hilarious; though not at all what we expected when we shelled out $60 for the boat ride.

Wonderful Husband and I celebrated our anniversary by sleeping in and then heading to see the beach. Neither of us had seen the Pacific Ocean from San Fran, only the Bay. It was cloudy and cold but lovely in a December sort of way; the sound of the waves and the ocean smell were well worth the visit. We enjoyed a long and decadent lunch overlooking the ocean and after a stroll along the beach, we headed back to the hotel and to the airport. An amazing trip to celebrate an amazing union …if I do say so myself.

Fabulous Dog arrived home from her holiday on Tuesday complete with a spa hangover. She sleeps for about two days straight after a visit because she is so worn out. Then for about a week she contemplates that, compared to her fellow mutts at the spa, the Crazy Cats and her parents are really boring. She mopes around the house and has a depressed look on her face. Who can blame her - the truth sometimes hurts.

I am happy to report that Grumpy Girl decided to stay on vacation a bit longer –I think she is taking a little time for herself.