We made it a month ! It’s been a wild ride . I’ve lost track of the days – until I write in my journal . That’s good – it means it’s easier . Definitely into the rhythm of the road .
Lunches have been a blast . We had a picnic today that I will remember because Eliza didn’t eat , we were in Old Town San Diego , and the boys had root beer floats . Just a nice, casual picnic in a historic spot – plus the sun ! 78 blissful degrees today .
A few days ago we had a picnic lunch with my cousin Jen and 2 of her girls on the most beautiful beach on Coronado. We thought the sky was more blue and the water too – more than we’d ever seen . We laughed and played with their dog Marvin until we were all tuckered out . So fun to spend time with them .
A week ago we had lunch with an old friend from our banking days in Sacramento . We had plans to meet him in Old Town , but when we walked in , conversation stopped , and out we went . The saloon was full of bikers in black leather , long greasy grey hair , and loud voices . So much for our favorite old haunt!
We went to a restaurant called Fat City instead . Great atmosphere , solid menu , and wonderful conversation . We caught up on the last 20 years , and before Scott could tell the kids about the fun we’d had pre-kids , lunch was over . I had looked forward to seeing Scott again , and was so grateful he had time for us in his busy schedule .
Lunches in the rig are just as good . Something about sitting down as a family and knowing that we don’t HAVE to be anywhere or do anything after lunch has us laughing more than usual . It helps that Dan and I are more awake then , too!
31 days of memories already . Can’t wait to make more .