May you have friends by your fire, blessings in your home, and joy in your heart.
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!
In Alberta we have a saying, “if you don’t like the weather, just wait a minute.” I think that is how it goes… we came home from our trip happy to see the snow almost completely gone, flocks of geese resting on brown fields, we even watched a golden eagle taunt a couple of ravens high above our look-out. Now here we are, its April 5 and here we go again. Old Man Winter was kind for the most part but now he is overstaying his welcome.