Pretty sure our computer is going to take a cue from the government and shut down over the complete overload of images we’ve put onto it the last week. The situation is a little out of control.
But we’re excited to share part two of our little journey west…especially from the comfort of our own couch after a day that began at 4 a.m., and contained 4 hours in approximately 2 square feet of space with a squirmy toddler. Here goes.
On Monday, Neil & Brea took the day off and drove us down the coast to Monterey…which, as you can see, is pretty proud of its sardine canning history. This is also the 876th selfie that Eric and I have taken of ourselves. Can’t stop, won’t stop.
We spent a long time at the aquarium there, which was probably the highlight of Owen’s trip.
We took it a little easier the next day, spent the morning doing fun, exotic things like laundry…but then took off for Fort Funston Beach that afternoon. Let’s just say that the hike down was a lot easier than the strollerless hike up…my husband is a superhero.
This was Owen’s first ocean experience. I’d say the vastness of the sea pretty much underwhelmed him. But the bird-chasing and endless sandbox? He could have stayed there for days.
After the beach, and against our better toddler-bedtime judgment, we drove into San Francisco for dinner. Why…why would we risk an overtired toddler meltdown like that?
Korean Barbecue. Galbi. I’ve mentioned my love of it before. And you cannot get it in Minneapolis as its intended to be: cooked in the middle of your table. But you can in San Francisco. And we did. So, so happily, we did. And everything about the experience tasted and felt like Korea. (except for the overtired toddler meltdown part). On Wednesday, we drove up to Napa to see some old friends who recently moved there. But en route we had to stop and get our obligatory Golden Gate Bridge photo op. Done and done. We had a few hours to kill around Napa before meeting our friends for dinner, so naturally, we went to a winery…
The winery itself was pretty amazing, basically this gigantic castle. And Owen ran around it like it was his job. Unfortunately, it was our job to keep him from completely ruining the experience of the other winery goers. And it was my job to not drink any wine. Not our best-planned outing. We had a beautiful time reconnecting with our friends Christi and Chris; Christi knows me in ways that not many others do, and I was so thankful for a chance to see her in her new California context!
Our last day in California was, naturally, very food centric. We spent the day eating our way through the Mission District, starting with Tartine Bakery. It lived up to every single one of the expectations that Tracy of Shutterbean had set us up for in this excellent San Francisco breakdown. I pretty much made out with the croque monsieur when Eric wasn’t looking. After lunch, we stopped in at Dandelion Chocolate, where I could have set up camp and eaten for years. They had a brownie flight. Which, unfortunately, went a lot faster than our toddlerific flights to and from California.
We had such a good time wandering the Mission District, with its good eats, murals, and people commuting on roller skates (sadly unpictured but awesomely true).
We finished off our day with a stop at Bi-Rite Creamery (because clearly we needed more calories) and then one final dinner with Neil and Brea.
And then flew home this morning, both of us swearing off of flying for the next few years until all of our kids are five or older as we stumbled towards baggage claim. (I’m kidding. Sort of.)
While this wasn’t the most restful week, we enjoyed ourselves so much and really loved our time in San Francisco. We are both so thankful that we got to go on this little venture together as a family but also happy to be home and about to jump into our own bed! Thanks for letting us share these memories that we made with you!