Aunt Vicki's Wedding

We had the incredible opportunity to drive up to Northern California last week to attend Jeremiah's Aunt's wedding. We did so many things in 6 days. We stayed at my brother and sister-in-law's in San Jose on the way up and eat some great Indian food (Butter Chicken is awesome). Then we drove up to Humboldt State Park and drove The Avenue of the Giants and camped at Burlington Campground among the gigantic Redwoods. If you have never done this, I highly recommend it. Boston was a true camper and looked like he was raised by a pack of wolves after he helped dad with the fire and roasting marshmallows. That boy does not mind getting dirty or wandering off in the pitch black of night.

We then drove down (very windy and long drive down the highway 1) to Gualala. Jeremiah's Aunt Vicki owns a massage studio and her now husband helps run a pizza parlor. They are the neatest couple and we love spending time with them. We stayed at a cabin with 14 other family members and the rest of the family camped. It was great getting to know some of the family better. The wedding was situated on a cliff meadow overlooking the ocean and was Hawaiian style with a Native American Ceremony and a groovy 70's/ hula hooping dance reception outside. The wedding started with the sounds from an Australian Didgeridoo and a gong from Bali Indonesia as well as a conch shell horn. It was very diverse and very fun. We especially loved the Hula Hoops and I met a interesting Gypsy girl from Canada. She's the one that set her Hula Hoop on fire. Boston was so funny when we were hanging out at the massage parlor doing wedding preparations. There is a laundromat next door and some guys were cleaning it and brought some music. They were playing Mexican rap and some other rap pretty loud with the door open. Boston starts dancing outside the door, the guys see Boston and startdancing inside the door and about 5 family members start dancing in the parking lot in front the of buildings. It was a full on house party off the hizzy.

After the wedding and good-byes (so sad we all had to go home) we drove down and went to Fisherman's wharf in San Fransisco. I had been there when I was little and remember the seals, but didn't remember how commercial it was. Needless to say, I wasn't impressed. I've been to a couple of piers in Half Moon Bay, Santa Cruz, and Monterey and those are so cute and quaint. They have rows of chowder shops and local stores that you can taste test different chowders. There is quite a bit more atmosphere at those piers and less I-can-go-to-the-mall-and-see-the-same-stores like Fisherman's Wharf. It was still fun and Boston made friends with the information booth guy (Kirk Douglas- I'm pretty sure that was his real name). Kirk bought Boston a toy trolley car. Kirk kept telling us that Boston had tons of personality and should be in movies. That would be fun and interesting.



Boston and Kirk