If You're Going To San Francisco, Be Sure To Wear Some Flowers In Your Hair

I am going home. I am taking my little family and going to spend a week with my parents in Northern California. I am so joyful to spend time with my parents. They are amazing people. I am looking forward to being fed and nurtured and loved in the way that I was as a child. I think I need that right this very moment. You know how sometimes no one can love you just the right way except your parents? My mom always used to rub my back—it went like this: rub-rub-pat, pat, pat…rub-rub-pat, pat, pat. She just called me to see if I want to get a facial while I’m there. What a gal. My dad is taking care of all the needs: “what do the kids like to eat; I’ll pick it up at the store.” “Why don’t you rent a car and I’ll pay for it.” He just emailed me directions home from the airport in case I forgot how to get home.

We get to spend time in Carmel and amongst my mother’s gardens. (I’ll take pictures—it’s literally breathtaking.) We get to use the season pass to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. (You should see the jelly fish exhibit!!) We get to visit San Francisco and Berkeley. (I once saw a streaker there in nothing but sneakers and a baseball hat! An image I would gladly erase, but alas, will be there ‘til the day I expire.) We can eat at my favorite sandwich place. (Those crusty rolls are to die for!)