Although we rarely go into San Francisco, my mom expressed interest in Ghirardelli Square, so we picked up some sandwiches for lunch (humankind can't subsist on ice cream alone, after all) and headed off to the city this morning.
We parked near Crissy Field and walked along the path by the water toward the Golden Gate Bridge. Whipping wind notwithstanding, four of us opted to take off our shoes for a dip in the chilly Pacific (guilty parties pictured to the left) along the way. We'd intended to stop for lunch at some picnic tables near the base of the bridge, but a swarm of curious and dedicated bees were far too interested in us (and our food) so we bailed and headed back to the car.
From there, we drove over to Ghirardelli Square (aka The Main Destination) and enjoyed our dark chocolate and mint chocolate and cookie and strawberry sundaes and banana splits. And with bellies bursting, we wobbled back to the car and headed back home.
Then mom and I headed downtown so she could have her nails done. Since I'm a nail-biter and my two week-old pedi is still in good shape, I settled into a chair and chilled while she got in a dose of pampering.
It was a busy day, but it was also a good day that --between the bees and the ice cream and the sandy ocean feet-- will no doubt live on in our memories. So for all of that, I am grateful.
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