Celebrating in style at the Champion’s Booth.  Where else can you sip horchata from crystal goblets?

To refresh your memory (and mine) Adam and I whisked away to San Francisco in late May thanks to a too-good-to-pass-up fare sale with Southwest Airlines. While we left on a Friday morning and returned Saturday evening, it was a highly anticipated and equally rewarding time away as a couple. It also was our first time away without the kids since moving to California. Adam’s co-worker kindly agreed to watch the kids. Megan and Paul were not happy about the arrangement but quickly got over their disappointment of being left behind by getting to visit the San Diego Zoo’s Wild Animal Park on Saturday.

Meanwhile, Adam and I happily boarded a plane to San Francisco for some much need R&R. To add a fun dimension to the trip, we booked a room at the Hotel Kabuki in Japantown. The green tea mints at the reception desk were delightful as were the Japanese style screens and private sauna in our suite.

Adam and I had been to San Francisco once before, approximately ten years ago. We weren’t interested in repeating the expensive touristy traps but that didn’t mean that we did not put on our tourist hats. The most fun we had was riding the famous San Francisco cable cars. Our only agenda was to explore. The other thing we did the most of was walking. Phew, we tired ourselves out - especially with all the hills!

Here is what our weekend looked like: fly to San Francisco (fog delay), take train to hotel, walk/late lunch, walk/dinner, walk/breakfast with friends, hitch ride on cable car, walk/Lombard Street, ride trolley, lunch, take train to airport (flight delayed again), home again.

It’s been go, go, go since we returned, making me all the more grateful for our short time away.

You may be under the impression that San Diego has perfect weather year-round.  Chances are then you have not heard of May gray & June gloom.  It’s a dirty little secret if you ask me.  During these two months the weather might be a perfect 68, minus sunshine.

June gloom has mentally thrown me for a loop.  In my mind June, the month of my birthday and wedding anniversary, is supposed to be warm (one might say muggy), with the occasional thunderstorm, and bursting with sunshine.

Not so much here in SoCal.  The redeeming factor for me is that there is always something in bloom on the ground to drown out the gray skies above.  This is a picture taken from my back yard.  A colorful treat in these parts are the purple-flowering Jacaranda trees.  They are literally everywhere and they make me happy (how could a purple tree not make you happy?).

I was in the kitchen making dinner when Paul walked in and sat down on the stool opposite from where I stood.   I noticed right away that something was “off”.   Seeing that his hair was combed downward I said, “You brushed your hair.”  It was less a statement and more a question.

Paul flashed a mischievous look.

That’s when it hit me.  As if I he thought I wasn’t going to notice the large chunk of hair gone from his forehead.

Thankfully the damage was easy to repair.

Today was just what the doctor ordered. After the busyness of the past couple weeks, it felt good to ease back into my Saturday routine.

It had been several weeks since I’d returned to the mountain for my Saturday hiking routine. I see the mountain every day from my home and office. I am drawn to the mountain. I don’t know how to explain it. Hiking my way to the top is just something I enjoy. I see many of the same faces each week making the same pilgrimage.

Yesterday I invited Megan to join me. She quickly agreed. Honestly, I didn’t expect her to follow through because I didn’t foresee her waking up in time. She is our late-nighter and is last in the family to crawl out of bed. Megan proved me wrong by being the first one awake this morning. I was shocked that I had slept in past 7am. I can’t think of the last time I slept that “late”.

Hiking the mountain with just Megan was special. Paul is my momma’s boy and doesn’t often “allow” me to turn the attention away from him and towards Megan. We hiked up the mountain hand-in-hand while Megan kept the conversation flowing. I was surprised to learn that she was fearful of the height (more so on the trail than at the summit). She was delighted to reach the top, especially when she discovered that she could see Sea World. Going down Megan became less timid and we ran part of the way. Solo hikes may be a thing of the past (at least for a while). Spending time with Megan is totally worth it.

• Flown to San Francisco for a crazy fun (but too short) weekend with Adam
• Giggled with friends at a girls-only movie party
• Celebrated the same-day birthdays of Adam and Erin (a friend) in Lucha Libre style
• Experienced the wonder of the ocean through the wide eyes of our “adopted” African family
• Become a year older
• Run a  5k
• Waited in line for burgers at Hodads
  
• Gotten soaked at Sea World

Memorial Day at Torrey Pines - it doesn’t get much better than this.

Paul: In school we talked about people who help other people.

I raised my hand and said, “Mexican soldiers.”

Mom: What were some of the other answers?

Paul: Nurses, doctors, firefighters…