Bob planned our "honeymoon" after hearing me drop hints for two decades.
It was wonderful.
He rented one of these:
And in that racy red sportscar, we drove up the California Coast to the Big City .With this view on our left:
When we arrived in San Francisco, he had chosen this cozy, charming Bed & Breakfast:
It was called "The White Swan Inn-An English Garden Inn". How quaint. Can you say a CALIFORNIA KING bed--all to ourselves? those rad magnifying mirrors (I love THOSE things!), darkening drapes and a dozen pillows! Not to mention the fireplace! And gourmet breakfasts!
He had purchased tickets for two for this:
All five of my senses LOVED it--even Bob enjoyed it. And it's a MUSCIAL :)
Our three days included Fishermen's Wharf, cable cars, a drive over the Golden Gate Bridge (in a CONVERTIBLE!), clam chowder in a sourdough bowl, the Presidio, Golden Gate Park and Botanical Garden, a Thai Noodle House at 11:30 at night and...well, each other. Bob had acted on every single hint I had ever subtly hinted at. A dream come true!
It was magnificent.
And, technically, we weren't even "real" honeymooners.
But it sure felt like it.
It all looks and sounds so wonderful (except maybe "bedbugs".
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