Just flying back from San Francisco (started writing this post on 4/30/18) and I’m sitting here wondering why we torcher ourselves by living on the east coast. I don’t love San Francisco but the surrounding areas are the most beautiful places I’ve ever been in the US. As I sit here waiting to fly back to the big grey butthole that is New York I feel as if I’m doing everything wrong. Facing down yet another week of the NJT, Manhattan, the rest is enough to make you hope for cancellations.
The wedding was beautiful, our friend Adam from NY (he moved back to Cali, about 2 years ago) got married in Marshall California, it’s a bit North West of Petaluma. It’s in dairy farm country and it is beautiful. Lots of cows and sheep roaming around on rolling green hills. It’s endlessly peaceful with cool crisp air and the sound of the ocean in the background. On Friday night they had a brick oven pizza truck at the wedding venue for people to meet each other and say hello. The pizza was exceptional. We met a bunch of nice folks and had a lovely time. The wedding day started out rainy and quickly turned into a beautiful sunny day. Every thing about the wedding was simple and lovely. It’s hard to explain but I’m now convinced a beautiful place makes a wedding work way better. It’s hard to do a beautiful places are few and hard to get to.
We stayed at an air BNB in Dillon Beach. The Air BNB was amazing! Clean, new, and priced right. Views of the ocean from every window, and a beautiful porch and garden. It was an amazing trip, everything was just beautiful. I found myself in a some what constant state of dred thinking a out returning home. Maybe it’s just been too long in one place. I don’t know. People always feel that way about vacation, going home is always hard. It’s just this is the hardest it’s ever been…
Paul and Kate
Kate and Annie (rock chaulk)
Kate in the garden of the AirBNB