Danny's birthday weekend we decided to head to San Francisco. I am convinced that in his past lives Dan was one of the downtrodden, struggling type of men. He has an affinity for the dark spaces and rough edges. Alcatraz was where he wanted to go...so that's where we went.
Dan was convinced of the prisoners' stories that The Rock was a horrible place to be imprisoned. But I don't think it was that bad. They were surrounded by the sounds of the bay, could read all they wanted and eat all they wanted. They could write, paint, knit, and garden outside. Way better than San Quintin!
The next day, before meeting Kelsea and Mattea for Mattea's audtition for Berklee School of Music, we wandered The Academy of Sciences. Much more my cup of tea.
Another great, creative weekend with Dan followed by Mattea kicking ass at her Berklee audition.
God. Am I gonna have to say goodbye to my baby and live for 4 years with her in Boston??? :(
I'll leave you with her, singing in our back yard.