It was Sunday morning, our final day in San Francisco. The white fog was comfy on the hills beyond the condo’s windows. Sutro Tower was nowhere in sight. A sweet redheaded pal lay beside me with patterned breaths.
Like colorful soda bubbles rising to the surface, we were zipping and twisting up and through the San Francisco hills to Sutro Tower. The music was pumping through the speakers matching the sweet, but subdued, excitement of the morning. The wind was chasing us with a greater speed than we could escape it. I felt like I was a passenger on Mario Kart Racing where it was a neck and neck race to the top of the hill.
The fog was heavy. From the windows of Alex’s second floor apartment we couldn’t see any of the markers that would indicate where we were in San Francisco based on the maps we had been studying for the last two months. Alex pointed at a cloud, “Sutro Tower is there.” I nodded as if completely understanding its distance from the apartment’s windows. Then the rain began: gray, gloomy, drippy, and obviously wet. We walked a long and soggy ten minutes to the nearest BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) station.
“Ryder, we are going to ride the BART to go to the Exploratorium.”
“What?! We are going to ride a FART?!”
Whelp, needless to say the BART underground station is a bit loud when the trains arrive.
Gate five awaited our arrival. The anticipation was high and excited. The count down of Ryder’s fifth birthday adventure had been in the works for months. After less consideration than I expected, Ryder had foregone a birthday bash for his May 21st celebratory day in trade for a weekend to California to visit his stupendously talented uncle Alex.
The sun didn’t disappoint, its glittering morning rays slid through the windows and welcomed Rory with sweet promise of a happiest of birthdays. Three was the number today and it was first celebrated with tea. As I had gotten up early to read a book, and Rory could hear my eyes blink open, she decided to have tea with me. We sipped chai tea mixed with sweet milk, exchanged e-mails and video notes to our dear friend “across the pond” in England (hi Felis!), and Rory felt extremely special. She is three now, so a responsible young lady is to be incorporated in all that girls do.