This past weekend, Michael and I went away together, just the two of us, for the first time in five years. Destination: San Francisco. Which, by the way, is the very first place we ever went away together to many, many moons ago in the infancy of our relationship. This is the fourth time we’ve been to SF together. I guess it goes without saying that we like this city!
Getting there -
The hotel -
The Petite Auberge, built in 1917. I LOVE the old architecture in SF. On our arrival, two bottles of wine awaited us, compliments of my sweet, thoughtful, wonderful friend Amy.
Dinner the first night down at the Wharf -
Since we’ve already been here a number of times and have seen most of the big attractions (the Golden Gate Bridge, etc.), we decided to just wing it. So with no itinerary or concrete plans, we wandered the city on foot, by cable car, taxi and bus, and took in all the sights, sounds and smells. San Francisco is a seething pool of human diversity – there are people of all shapes, sizes, colors, languages, abilities, socio-economic levels, and orientations. It’s pretty exhilarating.
Oh, and it just happened to be the weekend of the Gay Pride parade! Although we missed the official event, people were gearing up for it all over the city. Even Gap incorporated Gay Pride into its window dressings – go Gap!
We ate and drank ourselves silly – it was a weekend of decadence and indulgence.
I have to admit that I missed the kids while we were away. It was a little strange to be so far away from them. They were well taken care of, though, left in the capable hands of the lovely and talented, Alycia, who has been babysitting for us for about seven and a half years now.