It is our 10th wedding anniversary. My how time flies… hmm… my husband being the romantic bloke he is surprised me with a trip to San Francisco. He is a Saint in so many ways. I would make a list but you would just resent me for it so I will leave it at that; self-preservation So off we went – Edmonton to Vancouver and onward to San Francisco. We arrived – the weather has been unseasonably beautiful. Did you know it is pretty cold here normally? I thought it would be Californ-i-a hot! Nope, it’s cold here on the bay. But all is good, we had an uneventful flight (1 hour delay in Van), arrived to sunshine and the beautiful-ness that is San Francisco. Our first night included a walk on the wharf, an excellent dinner out and some “God I miss the kids!” and “Boy am I tired..” I think we were snoring by about 8:30. Pathetic, I know, but we got up early to explore this lovely historic city. Off we went on the “Hop On Hop Off” busses, over the Golden Gate Bridge, into Sausalito for a stroll and a coffee, back into SF for more sight-seeing and a stroll to Pier 39, then my handsome husband of 10 years calmly says I think I may be getting sick; I am freezing and nothing tastes good.  Crap!  First of all he almost never is ill, and secondly is he never complains about feeling ill  - yep he is getting the flu.  Great timing – lets head back to the hotel.

Pier 39 is busy; street performers, shops galore, restaurants and of course people… lots of people.  It is hot, my Old Dog is not feeling well and I am attempting to see as much as I can on the way back to the hotel – okay I was not looking where I was going.  I was looking in a completely different direction as where I should have been.  I don’t remember what exactly caught my eye, but I certainly was jarred back to reality upon seeing the black pavement and pairs for fast-moving feet around me.  My camera bounced – I did not.  I heard some gasps and of course the Old Dog quickly pulled me back on to my feet.  I found my shoe, it had somehow fled the scene – thankfully and quickly I slid it back on and kept walking despite the pain from an bad sprain.  The Old Dog was concerned, “What are you doing?”… “umm I don’t know where the ground went.”  What I did know was my foot was killing me and if I stopped I would not have made it back to the hotel – we walked on… umm I mean I limped on.  The hubby was sweating with the flu I was pale with pain.  Happy Anniversary!!!  Is this an omen?  What do the next ten have in store?

Despite our ailments we have managed to have a pretty good time.  San Francisco is an amazing city – great food, great people, fascinating history, the architecture… the shopping!  But as I write this, I admit I am looking forward the flight home, seeing my kids, and putting my foot up.  So cheers to San Francisco!  And of course cheers to 10 years of being together!