I love weekend getaways. My principal told me I was a jetsetter earlier in the school year, and this made me start keeping track of all the places I’ve visited since then (I want to see if I really am or if he was just being facetious!).
Most people think of years in terms of the months between January and December, but I’m in education and work around an academic calendar. Therefore, my year starts in August and ends in June. Weird, I know, but my brain is stuck that way. Here is a list of places I’ve been so far this “year”:
- Cambria, CA in September for my 31st birthday
- Tucson, AZ in early October to visit my college bff and second-shoot a wedding with her
- Mendocino, CA in late October for a weekend getaway
- Los Angelos, CA in January for the Grammy Awards with my father
- Random day trips to San Francisco and other locations within a two-hour driving distance in between the overnight trips
Last weekend we took a long overdue trip to Pacific Grove, CA. Pacific Grove is a quaint little town nestled between Monterey and Carmel. It is one of our favorite vacation spots and we try to visit at least once a year. Our trips are always relaxed and low key. We eat, walk around, drive around, eat some more, and repeat. It is the best schedule ever!
Here are a few photos for those of you who have never been:
One of our stops always takes us to Carmel (for coffee and ice cream). Although we didn’t do the 17-mile Drive this time, I did ask my boyfriend to drive through the neighborhoods so I could snap a few shots of the fairytale style homes that are quite common in Carmel architecture. Aren’t they fun? I want to live in one of these!
Next month I’ll be in Portland, OR, then Las Vegas, NV in June, and Washington D.C. and New York in August. The last time I went to the East Coast in August I nearly passed out from the heat, so hopefully the weather will be more mild this summer. For someone born in the tropics of Vietnam, I sure can’t handle my high temps and humidity very well! 😀
Although these trips take me to different locations, they all have one thing in common (which is also the best thing): coming home to Bailey and getting blasted with puppy hugs and kisses! (Bailey is 7 and not really a puppy, but he looks like one so I can’t help it!)