the samba party of the year. Everything went off without a hitch, other than two missing baby hats and the ten additional hours missing from each vacation day.
But Elias and Tino are perfect vacation buddies, my friends are incredible, and I am the luckiest girl ever.
This is how it went:
Our first time touring outside of LA, we stopped for breakfast and found a true piece of Americana for the boys. At a truck stop diner, we choked down some biscuits and eggs as the folks at the next table savored the newly announced nomination of Sara Palin for Vice President. I strained my ears a bit to get a inside perspective on Palin fever, and instead, got hit with the 'N-word.' McCain and Palin seemed like purdy good people, and at least they would keep that Nigger out of office.
Tino and Elias posed for a picture and we cherished the first leg of our trip.
We continued on up PCH and made a couple more pit stops:
Daddy kept telling me to get his baby away from the edge of that cliff.
We swung through Santa Cruz just long enough to pick up with fellow Peace Corps vet, Scott, and go to th Power to the Peaceful Concert in Golden Gate Park where we met up with other movers and shakers with the African connections (including two other PCVs from Tanzania *gasp*! that were randomly sitting directly behind us, my incredible friend Margaret who opened an eye clinic in Camaroon, and, well, Barack Obama no less.)
We returned to Santa Cruz, also known as 'Paradise' to my husband, and had more good times with the great Scott Pietka and the orange parasol:
Elias loves Scott.
