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Traveling Solo SF Edition

My sister and I fancy ourselves to be pretty clever people.  Just ask us, we’ll tell you.  Humbly of course.  We’ve had a lot of great ideas in our time but one of our recent ones is going to go down as an all time favorite.  For a few years now, we have struggled with the idea of gifts.  You know, birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, online browsing and pulling your hair out trying to find the perfect gift gifts.  We wanted to get gifts for each other, but, we didn’t want to spend time or money on gifts that nobody wanted or needed.  Last year we decided that we weren’t going to buy each other birthday or Christmas gifts any more.  We were going to have experiences together.  We decided to take a yearly sister vacation in lieu of material goods.

Now on to the good stuff……where to go, what to do?  The opportunities were endless.  We could go to Europe (too expensive and time consuming), Costa Rica (ditto), Arizona (uninspired), Mexico (hmmmm….real possibility here), wine country (we always have fun in wine country).  We went back and forth for awhile but nothing felt quite right.  Then my sister, who lives in San Francisco, got the happy news that she was getting a raise at work.  While not the kind of raise that allows you to take six weeks off and roam Europe, it was the kind of raise that allowed her to afford her apartment without a roommate.  Which is almost as good as Europe.  Seriously.  So after spending most of her adult life sharing space with people possessing various degrees of compatibility and cleanliness, she gave her roommate notice.  It was time to move on.

Once the roommate moved out, my sister gained a guest room.  Suddenly, operation sister vacation was in action.  What better than a long weekend in San Francisco with affordable (free!) accommodations, allowing us more money for food, drink and adventures.

When the time arrived I packed my bags (including 10 pounds of bison meat and a sourdough starter) and left Montana for San Francisco.  Upon arrival I dashed to my sister’s house and packed the meat in her freezer.  I then walked to the station and took the train downtown to complete a little solo shopping while my sister finished working.  I powered through Cuyana (I’m obsessed) and Anthropologie (spring wardrobe refresh).  I then met up with my sister for oysters and a cocktail to kick off the long weekend.

We spent the next three days hitting the best of San Francisco.  We got pastries at Tartine Manufactory (delicious!) and wandered through Heath Ceramics.  We drank Boba tea and ate pizza.  We browsed the Mission district.  We got a bottle of rosé and drank it in Mission Dolores Park on a gorgeous sunny afternoon.  We wandered through Flora Grubb and soaked in the beautiful plants and art.  We sat on the porch and drank coffee and took afternoon naps.  We ran with my sister’s running group through Golden Gate Park on Saturday morning.  We ate breakfast burritos and drank coffee at Philz in the Castro.  We had cocktails with friends and gorged ourselves on crab at PPQ Dungeness Island.  Insider tip…..go to PPQ.  It’s the best.  While we wandered, we talked.  We talked about things big and small, but mostly, we spent a few days living in each other’s universe.  We coexisted without the distractions of parents, partners, children or work.

It may not have been an exotic vacation but it was packed full of experiences and time with my sister.  Those are priceless commodities.  Those are the vacations that provide happiness and good memories long after they are finished.  Those are the vacations that make life fun, and meaningful and fulfilling.

Here’s to more sister vacations and meaningful travel.

Solo

Traveling solo with my daughters is something I’ve done since they were babies.  It’s not unusual to find us in the car, traveling to Spokane for some “big city” time, journeying to our cabin on the river or headed to my parents’ house for a visit.  When my oldest was 10 months old I flew solo with her to Boston to visit my sister.  By the time my second child was born, my sister had moved to San Francisco.  So I bundled up my youngest when she was six months old and flew to California with her.  A few years ago the girls and I flew from our hometown to Puerto Vallarta, Mexico.  We got through customs, hailed a taxi and arrived at our resort in one piece.  We spent the night there alone, went to brunch the next morning and were joined later in the day by my husband who was traveling to Mexico from a work function in California.  Needless to say, we’ve covered some ground with just the three of us.  Sometimes it’s daunting to be the only adult with two young children.  There’s a lot of “mom”, “mom”, “mom” and not a lot of peace and quiet.  Over time, though, we’ve kind of figured this out.  Plus, the girls are older now and pretty responsible and could basically travel by themselves if I would just get out of their way.  And give them some money, of course.

If you’ve followed along with us so far, you also know that last summer the three of us flew across the Atlantic Ocean together, arriving in Paris.  Once there, we met my mom who was staying in the flat with us.  When she left a week later, my husband arrived for a few days.  So while we flew there solo, we meet up with family once we arrived and were not ever truly left to our own devices.

Until the day my husband left for Budapest.  Then it was just the three of us.  We had already planned to leave that day for the Loire Valley for a mini getaway.  So…..we locked up the apartment, bought some new leggings at Gap, (yes, Gap, hello global economy) and hopped a train to Tours.  Despite all our adventures so far, I have to admit to some trepidation as we pulled out of Paris and chugged down the line towards the countryside.  Staying in a big city is one thing.  Most people speak fairly good English.  There are grocery stores, wine shops, restaurants, hospitals.  There’s a pretty good chance that all my needs and most of my wants will be met.

In the countryside things are a little more, well, French.  English is NOT spoken by everyone.  Restaurant interactions have to happen in French.  Shopping and buying happen in French.  It’s sudden immersion in a foreign country in a way that just doesn’t happen in the big city.

Despite all the potential for disaster, the biggest adventure in the French countryside at the end of the day was driving.  Yep, driving.  After taking the train from Paris, I rented a car in Tours and managed to get the three of us to our lodging at Chateau de Pray just outside of Amboise.  Before picking up the car I did a quick Google search about “driving in France”.  I spent approximately 30 seconds determining that driving in France looked pretty straightforward.  Drive on the same side of the road as Americans? Check!  Steering wheel and gas pedal on the same side of the car?  Check!  Automatic transmission?  Check!  Road signs with internationally recognizable symbols?  Check!  And most importantly, a navigation system.  We were set.  Our car was an adorable Mini Cooper that we immediately named Sweet Cheeks.  As in”Sweet Cheeks, please deliver us in one piece.”  Or “Sweet Cheeks, what were you thinking?”  You get the picture.

At the end of the day, all I can say is thank goodness we were in very small towns with very little traffic.  Turns out that a 30 second Google crash course on driving in France is completely inadequate.  The assumptions I made about the road signs were like most assumptions.  Ridiculous and inaccurate.  My understanding of right of way is so not French.  I got honked at.  A lot.  I was probably sworn at, too.  Deservedly.

Of Sweet Cheeks’ many virtues, perhaps the greatest was her ability to find the shortest distance between two points.  She could, for example, find the quickest way to get from our lodging to the chateau we were visiting that day.  Never mind that her chosen route took us down the roughest, most narrow, most remote roads in the Loire Valley.  No concern of hers.  It was the shortest distance between two points.  If I thought about it too much, it would freak me out a bit.  What if we broke down miles from nowhere?  What if we got a flat tire jostling through all those pot holes?  What if she didn’t know where the hell she was going?  I could have let my worry stop us.  I could have stayed at our chateau, happily ensconced in good food, good wine and a warm swimming pool.  I could have gone back to the known quantity of Paris, or even stayed home for that matter.  But if I had done that, we would have missed out.  We would have missed out on a grand adventure and a lot of laughs.  We would have missed out on amazing food and wine.  We would have missed out on spending some really great time together, enjoying life and each other.  It turns out that some of my favorite memories with my girls are these times when it has just been the three of us.  So we cranked up the volume on our road trip playlist, sang along, and trusted that Sweet Cheeks would take us where we needed to be.

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