When someone you love comes to visit, the anticipation is unbearable, the time together flies by, and the ending is invariably bittersweet. Bobby was here visiting me this past week before I take off for ZA and he takes off for his last semester of college, and indeed, this was the case. Because I'm leaving the country soon, I had a lot of people I was trying to see before I go, so I brought Bobby along with me. We hiked at Montara Mountain in Half Moon Bay with my aunt and cousins, hiked and went camping at Muir Woods with some family friends, went mountain biking at Mount Tamalpais, ate at Sol Food, went to a Tiki Bar, and explored the Bay Area. Those adventures were great, but our favorite time spent together was just hanging out at home, goofing around with my family. Saying goodbye was definitely more on the bitter end of bittersweet (quite a few tears were shed) because we aren't going to get to see each other until I get back, but ultimately our week together was wonderful and just what we needed before heading off on our adventures.
Anja, Ana, and I flew down to LA for Thanksgiving, beginning our journey at 3am in Seattle, and finishing our first day of break in Jumbo Rocks, Joshua Tree, where we met up with my family and a whole bunch of our family friends. Our days started around 6:30am with steaming cups of tea, early morning rock scampers, and sunrise appreciation. Hiking, biking, climbing, yoga, and running followed. Each day would end around 8pm after a delicious dinner and wayyy too many margaritas. Thanksgiving was joyous and fulfilling (in more ways than one)! The desert is such a perfect place to celebrate all the beauty and adventure that earth has to offer. So beyond grateful for all of this!
Christmas is taken ridiculously seriously in my family. Carols are played (and sung!) on repeat, ballets and plays are attended, and parties are hosted. Getting our Christmas tree is always an eventful part of the holiday festivities. It used to be more eventful than it is now, because me and Chloe would fight over who's tree was better, and inevitably, one of us would end up crying. As we got older my dad and I learned to just agree with whichever tree my mom or sister wanted because they were the more opinionated of us four, and always got the tree they wanted anyway. My dad and I are super similar that way, we prefer to keep family events low-key and avoid tears at all costs :). Occasionally we drive to the mountains near Palo Alto to chop down our Christmas tree, but most of the time we just go to a mall lot nearby and pick one up from there. That's what we did this year, except this time, my mom insisted that I pick the tree out. Pickings were slim because it's so close to Christmas, but as you can see, we had a blast and found an awesome tree. Happy Holidays, all!