Hello friends,
A quick update this week as I type this at the baseball in San Francisco!
We're on the last leg of our honeymoon after two wonderful weeks in Mexico. We left Oaxaca for the soft white beaches of Playa del Carmen to see our friends get married by the ocean and dance the night away. After a lot of tequila, soaking up the sun and swooning over the hunky singer in the Mariachi wedding band, it was time to repack and head back to the airport. It was a bleary-eyed and mosquito-bitten journey, the only one that's been a bit of a slog, but we successfully arrived in California some hours later.
We swapped lazing about in the boiling sun for crispy snow covered mountain hikes in Yosemite, fuelled by huge diner breakfasts. After I rolled out the leather-cladded booth, stuffed to the gills with eggs, muffins and unlimited coffee, I thought I'd probably overdone it and questioned how anybody could face such a breakfast every day. Cut to: six hours later, I was still powering up a steep trail, elbowing past the weaker walkers who’d only had sad, healthy muesli to start their day. It all makes sense now! Everyone in those diners having three eggs with hash browns, bacon, sausage, pancakes and toast are obviously on their way to do multi-mile treks. I may as well have had a flag to plant at the end of the trail, to celebrate the land of the free (refills). Also, all breakfasts can come with a side of fruit - not sure why this isn't a thing in the UK but it definitely should be.
Now we're in San Francisco for beers and baseball. I've had a hot dog, and a pastrami sandwich with a martini. There's seafood on the cards, and Irish coffees. It's going to be a great last week, so it's time to get back to it. Spoiler for next week, I’ll be jet-lagged and sad.
Going, going, gone,
Deb