We're back in the bay area and I have such mixed feelings. I miss it yet it's not my home. It feels familiar but completely foreign at the same time. We started the day having breakfast with the kid which was a lot of fun. She took us to one of her favorite places and we had a good time. From there we drove on down. As soon as we hit the bay bridge that old feeling of annoyance started creeping in. Too many people in too small a space. We got to the hotel around 1pm and they wouldn't do an early check in due to some fire alarm bullshit. I call bullshit because the girl at the desk was just snotty about it. Fine. I took C on a tour of the bay area instead. Showed her all my old haunts, where I grew up, things like that. She was genuinely interested in things which was nice. Got back to the hotel around 2:30 when they finally let us check in. We then headed over the hill to the ocean. I miss my ocean. I miss my beach. We had a nice walk, then dinner oceanside. Wonderful italian place with an hour and 45 minute dinner. It was beautiful and romantic. We got back to the hotel around 9 and just collapsed.
Today we are taking BART into the city and then, it's the night she's been dreading, work dinner. We will get through it, I promise. Tomorrow we're off to Disneyland early. Late post tomorrow kids, sorry.
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