It started on Thanksgiving day with a car drive up to Denver airport parking lot, a shuttle ride to the actual airport, a train ride to the terminal, a plane ride to Sacramento, a shuttle to the rental car, a car ride to Aunt Gwen and Uncle John's for Thanksgiving dinner with the Richert side of the family, and a drive to Roseville to stay with Grandma Marg and Grandpa Dean. Yes, all of that on Thanksgiving day.
Friday, we drove through Modesto to visit the darling Bruce family then down to Fresno to stay three nights with my parents.
Monday morning we drove up to San Francisco and ate lunch at the Cliff House on Ocean Beach, the cliffs where Zack and I got engaged almost 8 years ago. We ran around on the beach for a while, then drove downtown to Union Square where our great hotel room was waiting. We visited the Macy's Santa, saw the lights of the Union Square tree and ice skating rink, and ate dinner at a great Italian restaurant in North Beach.
Tuesday morning the circus act began again as we took the BART to the SF airport. Quite a site to see with all our luggage in tow. We had such an enjoyable visit and the traveling was well worth it! Back home on Wednesday morning, the first thing Nola asked was "Uncle Ryan, where are you?"
Mariachi and Mexican food
Could her voice be any higher?
Nola says "Hi duck" to the seagul and the "Cheese, it's Nola" for the camera.
