I must say the veggie burrito for breakfast was great...just would rather have one closer to the world I live and not at an airport.
The photo is from the stadium at Berkeley named for those that fought in the Great War (WWII). The statue is to honor the Big Game in the 1960s. Chitunga and climbed up the hill to the stadium and, hence, I got this shot.
You know you're in California, though, when the airport has more pho, veggie-burgers, and salads than the usual airport fair.
It was definitely great bonding time for the kid and I: talking plans, ideas, wonders, steps, aging, and life. In so many ways we're complete opposites. In others...we're exactly the same and finish one another's ideas. He's still not the best communicator, but I appreciate his fierce independence and self-reliant ways. Not a fan of how brisk he walks, though, because it's like a slow trot for me to catch up and I get sweaty.
The connection was in Denver and Mateo sent me photos of Karal excited to know I'll be home within 24 hours, which was good inspiration fro the travel.
I knew this trip was about seeing Bobbie & Dick, though. I needed to thread the loop back to them as they were so central to me when I first moved to Louisville....many villages helped to raise me, including their own (and I am thankful).
Funny how a little town in Sherburne would give birth to 3 Crandalls who have offered guidance throughout my life. As the generation gets older and less mobile, it was important for me to make an effort to share love while I can.
