I have returned. My face and neck have color in them again (I forgot to apply the Bullfrog while at the Botanical Gardens) and I ate cheese—oh, so much cheese—at some nice restaurants, and I'm paying for it right now deep down inside, if you know what I'm saying. Ooof. But I had a wonderful time with the Boyfriend. No surprise there. Two very lovely evenings that have put me in much more of a vacation mood.Yes, I'm pictured here at McClure's Beach at Point Reyes; those who know my extreme dislike of sand can attest that indeed, love makes you do strange things. I'm surprised to find that I actually enjoyed the easy hiking we did, but I'd prefer it without the sun and the dirt and poison oak (which we avoided). And as much as I love them, it would have been far easier in something besides Doc Martin boots. And even with all that said: Dahling, I love you, but give me Park Avenue.
I'll post a few more pictures later; I must sleep soon if I intend to accomplish anything on my list of errands to run tomorrow.
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