Biking the Bridge

 2016 contains one of my most memorable life moments. Biking the bridge, right up there with wedding days and babies being born, and citizenship ceremonies etc, it was one of those “I am biking the bridge” moments.

I also received a lovely surprise gift from Turkey, met Minnie Mouse at her residence in Disneyland, saw a rainbow at majestic Yosemite, spent time with my dad, hit the shopping sweet spot at a certain Sandton City, went to a wedding, and spent Christmas Day in a cabin on the beach with friends. And carrot salad -a South African classic.

My children remained healthy, I remained healthy and employed, and even though I endured a few humbling and cruel situations that were fairly *brutal*, I came through it relatively unscathed.

My hopes for 2017 is to move my life forward. In a positive way. To use those brutal, slay-me-to-the-core experiences to grow. To overcome. To be a better me.

Cable Car Chillin’

We managed to track down the Painted Ladies this morning, and the Full House house, and then had ‘morning tea’ (Aussie speak for coffee at ten) at the Nook. Great coffee too I might add. And I can say the Nook has the most welcoming atmosphere, I didn’t want to leave. Coffee and service (eye candy, wink) not too bad either! 🙂 I captured their sign to remember them by.

And then I hung off the side of the cable car to see the crookedest street, because that’s how I roll, yay! 🙂

Biking the Bridge

We biked the bridge! And while I was cycling across I thought this must surely be one of my life’s best moments! It is breathtakingly beautiful. When I was growing up in apartheid South Africa, the US was a faraway place. Only a place you see on television. Out of reach for many of us in an isolated country. And here I am, biking the bridge. #madeit

We celebrated with cherry pie. Because we ain’t had no cherry pie before!

Giants or Dodgers?

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So this morning we set off on a day of exploration, and as we went on our way we were caught up in the crowds all dressed in orange. They were on the way to one place only, so we made an executive decision. If in Rome do as the Romans do, right? We managed to get four seats in a row, and watched our first ever game of baseball. The weather was bleak so we thought to buy our kids orange Giants sweatshirts. The vendor looked at me strangely when I asked for a kid-sized ‘jumper’ for my daughter. What? A jumper. You want a sweatshirt?, he asked. Yes, please. For her.
And more firsts! Garlic fries, who can say no?

Key question, who to support, Giants or Dodgers?