Joony was fascinated with the pit bulls, Simba and Duke, and spent loads of time standing by the windows to watch them play. He met Big Buddha, slept in bed with me every night, and even got on a horse for the first time (he was thoroughly unimpressed, as evidenced by the picture below).
I got to zip around in my momma's turbo beetle a couple times, have my leg muscles tell me how stupid I was for hopping on a horse and thinking I could still hit jumps like I used to, and spend an afternoon wandering around Berkeley.
We also got to see some of my dearest, oldest friends and spend time chatting and catching up, go to Trader Joe's naked (well, Joon was naked--he threw up everywhere on the way there), swim, eat In n Out and Donut Wheel...am I missing some stuff? Probably. Overall, though, it was a great trip and coming home was, as it always is, hard. Our flight on Monday was NINE hours late. Yep. We were supposed to get in at 3 and it didn't happen until 12, but the bonus time in those hills was wonderful.
Now we are happy to be back with David Sr., happy for a heart full of family time, and really, really homesick again. I had a rough patch yesterday that involved a sobbing Joonbug, the contents of my suitcase spread around the living room, a growling stomach, and a bar of chocolate...but we made it through. We love you, family, and can't wait for September!
(I will never ever ever call it Nor Cal or Cali or San Fran or Frisco--although I did buy this tee, woops. That's one of those rants I always go off on, and I'm not sure why it annoys me so much when people do say that. In the words of Michael Bluth, "Don't call it that.")