So basically we drank lots and lots of wine. I wore a sweater with an image of the Golden Gate Bridge on it while standing in front of the Golden Gate Bridge. Totally not a tourist (who forgets a jacket after three months of living here..) or anything.
My parents continued to make me laugh and the tour guide continued to be awesome.
We even met, like, five other people who were visiting from Florida. It was incredibly confusing. We ended the night by eating at The Franciscan on the pier, which was amaze-balls. I’m already having withdrawals from the overdose of delicious food my parents fed to me. In fact, I’m sure I have pictures of it all on my phone right now. Maybe I’ll replace “Fitness Friday” with “Fat Friday” and show off the 10 pounds I gained this week (#worthit). Speaking of, I’m about to hit up Panda Express in a hot minute. There’s only so much blogging I can do while sitting at Starbucks listening to middle-aged women explain how “Marriage isn’t about being happy..” while getting extraordinarily hangry.
Tour Bus Driver from hell indeed! I feel for you as we suffered through one almost as bad but this was in Italy… Italy, a destination my soul had been sighing for, a trip of my dreams. The highest level of tour comment this chickie was capable of was something like "This is the Port of Naples where fishermen bring in fish." Ummm, really? I could have stabbed myself in the eye!
gosh might as well have the peace sign up with that sweatshirt you have there 😉 ps. love say anything !!!!
if i had a bucket list going to a winery would be on it.
so thank you for reminding me that i should more ambition.
Speaking of Binge reading… that's been my morning!