My childhood home
A suburban chain hotel room with water-damaged ceilings
A New Jersey daybed
A Brooklyn air mattress
A San Francisco Victorian
The month of July began in Palm Springs, my third visit in six months, at Madeleine and Sandy's request. They plotted a course from the Grand Canyon to Los Angeles and, noting that my hometown was along the way, asked me to join them. This plan was followed by a request from my Dad, who offered to front me some airfare if I agreed to surprise my Aunt Carol in New York for her birthday. Then Bobby asked me to join him in San Francisco following his week-long business trip. Finally home again, with no more plane rides on the near horizon, I present my last three weeks in pictures:
Palm Springs
Palm Springs on a summer morning
Madeleine and Sandy
Sandy and me on a break from swimming
Sandy and Grillmaster B
Water rat in natural habitat
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
Stripesies at breakfast
From the mouth of a dinosaur
New York
Three-thousand-mile breakfast date
Three-thousand-mile breakfast
Bryant Park at lunchtime
The road to Putnam County
Aunt Florie with iced coffee
Great-Aunt Dorothy with kisses
Family assembled
Cousins on a staircase
Reluctant tourist at the theatre
Gertrude Stein in Bryant Park
Besties on the train, with wine in sippy cups
NJ Penn Station
Brooklyn Subway graffiti
Williamsburg phenomena
Album cover with parents
Jets to the future
Brief return to Portland
San Francisco
Reunited with Bobby and burritos at 11 p.m.
Truth on the sidewalk
Castro Street Parklet
A slice of the Northwest in California
The last good Chinese food for who knows how long
Tortilleria in the Mission
Cactus-flavored tortillas, made by hand
More burritos
Back in Portland to stay
You really know how to live and how to sprinkle your life with the very best people. Certainly you're a tuckered-out traveler, but oh, what memories.
ReplyDeleteFrequent flyer-stagram! You've reminded me of how deelish our breakfast was. Mmm, carb and jam coma.
ReplyDeletePretty much the best NYC breakfast ever.
DeleteThree weeks -- impressive! We just got back from our Friends and Family Tour. That was only 10 days, and we are soooooo happy to be home, even though we had a great time. Love the pictures! We're really bad about taking them.
ReplyDeleteI find that I'm more reliable with my phone than I am with an actual camera, so that helps. It wasn't three full weeks; I came home and worked in between, which is more exhausting.
DeleteWhy did you not fly somewhere this weekend!!!??? SLACKER!
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