Working Mom Travels: It all started in the Bay

We have all been there. You know when you need a break from everything. But then you feel guilty leaving your kids behind as you go on a long weekend with a few friends from college in a fabulous destination. I would feel guilty about leaving the husband to pull single parenting duties, but, oh yeah, he came along.

That’s where I was last week. Heading for San Francisco to meet up with my friend, Jenny, who is in the last year of her PhD at Berkeley with my BFF, Cindy. We had promised to come out at Christmas as the three of us gorged ourselves on pizza at Christmas at Cindy’s apartment in Chicago. So, we followed through. We went. I think I left part of myself there.

The first leg of our trip was spent in the Bay area. San Fran and then Berkeley. I knew I loved bread, so I should not be allowed to go to the home of sourdough. We made a quick stop by the Boudin.

 I can’t get bread to look like bread and these people make it look like crustaceans. Unbelievable!

We of course hit Pier 39.

And we saw the brown chubbies down at the Marine Mammal Center

And of course if the husband comes I must make him participate in getting pictures taken.

After we all pussed out were exhausted from our day of travel from the east, we woke up at 4 am California time. But Jenny was a trooper and took us for our daily overdose of bread.

I will go back to Berkeley just to go back to this bakery.

We then headed for the hills to see the views. This is proof I need to buy another lens for my Nikon 5000. Not so subtle hint husband;)

Any guesses where we were off to next?

 CAMPUS!!

Now, I work to help farmers be able to raise animals for the rest of the world to get their meat fix. So, I have read that book about some dilemma some carnivores have, written by that journalism professor from Berkeley. If you don’t know what book I am talking about, don’t worry, you don’t want to read it. I was a little nervous I would be picked out of the crowd as a person who doesn’t buy into the opinion of someone who has never lived on a farm and had his livelihood depend on that farm. But I wasn’t. I soon saw this, and knew I had one friend somewhere on campus.

4-H, Australian Cattle Dog, and switching to guns. Good, another redneck within a thousand miles.

Campus was truly magnificent.

From the trees…

To the landmarks and buildings…

To the views…

We just walked off into the sunset together…

Or at least to lunch.

Stay tuned for our adventures in Sonoma and Napa.

Something every gal should do with their girlfriends.