There are many moments when I feel very fortunate to live where we do in California. There is so much variation, between the mountains, the desert, the ocean that one can never get bored. Big Sur, in Northern Cali is a revelatory place. Nestled right on the jagged, rocky coast, this little town sits cradled by ancient redwoods that reach higher than once could imagine possible. We pitched a tent at the Big Sur Campground and Cabins for two days and after the kids passed out in s'more comas in their tents, we adults sat by the fire until well after midnight sharing stories and laughs. Next we made our way up to San Francisco, where our friend Allison and her son Gabe opened up their lovely home to us for a few days. Nico's transportation fantasies were realized with his first trolley car ride and a ferry ride all in one day. Two highlights for me, one food-related of course, was the Ferry Building where Ciao Bella was serving up rose petal champagne sorbet, and then there was a visit to Heath Ceramics in Sausalito, the famous mid-century pottery, where we got some pretty new plates. Pictures of such plates will appear here soon I'm sure. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

{from Big Sur Bakery just up the road}

 

{Our friend Allison's lovely house in Larkspur, where we crashed}