A golden Golden Gate day

Aleks and I flew to the Bay Area yesterday for what was supposed to be a big family get-together with my dad to discuss his book and the possibility of publishing it.  Obviously, with Dad in the hospital after open-heart surgery (which went relatively well), that’s not happening as planned.  But Dad insisted that we still all get together so Aleks (a political science major and very passionate about Opa’s book for a variety of reasons) and I kept our tickets and flew from rainy Seattle to Sunny San Francisco yesterday.

My brother and sister-in-law picked us up at the Embarcadero BART station and after a quick lunch in Chinatown, we spent the rest of the afternoon admiring the Golden Gate Bridge (and the City, if you turned your head) from far and near. 

It’s had living so far away at times like this.  If my whole family were here, all 11 cousins would be together.  As it is, Aleks will meet his 5-year-old cousin TJ today for the very first time.  That’s just not right!