The daily routine: Get up, make some coffee in the [French press], drink coffee while completing the morning surf, blog, walk the dog, run errands, go to the [Ferry Plaza Farmers Market], run along the [bay]. . .
2. 5 hours of sleep, 1 missed wake-up alarm, 1 excited dog, 1 pissed off cat, 2 exhausted humans, 2 backpacks, 2 suitcases, 1 shopping bag with plants, 1 cab ride, 5.5 hours of flight time, 1 rental car, 1 new apartment = 1 family's journey from NYC to SF. We made it!
This weekend, I decided July 4th is my favorite holiday. What's not to love about a celebration of independence unencumbered by familial obligations or expectations and punctuated with fireworks, cook-outs, sitting on the beach, and hot dog eating contests.
We rode the subway to Coney Island in time for the Hot Dog contest. We each ate a hot dog, slowly, while the contestants raced. After the world record setting contest, we walked along the boardwalk making our way to the Cyclone. The line moved quickly, no time to become nervous. Then we were climbing the first big hill and zoom! down we went and soon I realized that this roller coaster is a lot longer than I thought, laughing and screaming. Then to the beach to take our place among the half and nearly naked people of every color, size, and shape imaginable. Yellow water melon, italian ices, juicy mangos.
Later sweaty and sandy and back on the subway. Watching the fireworks from our rooftop, accompanied by 2 little girls on a neighboring roof screaming with glee at each explosion. Applause across the dark rooftops. After returning to our apartment to watch the fireworks again as captured on tv, we headed out again for a bite to eat. Walking home along 2nd Avenue he stopped to buy me a mango, because mangos are the bookends around our little New York story.