Before we knew we would be going to Texas we decided to plan a fun vacation in San Francisco after Joe's wedding. If we had known we would have already been on a month long trip in a hotel, we probably would have been happy to just come home. As it was, we were tempted to cancel our reservations, but we decided to see it through and have a good experience. I am so glad we did. We had a lovely time.
When we woke up the day after Joe's wedding, Ross and I were both sick. So very, very sick. We had both been feeling the effects of a cold the day before, but had fought through everything that needed to be done with prayer, Emergen-C and plain old denial. On Father's Day morning, we could no longer deny what our bodies had been trying to tell us. In a way, I am glad. In the planning phase of this trip, we had tried to pack in everything we possibly could in our extra four days. Our inability to do anything without collapsing made those plans impossible. Instead of running around to all the tourist locations, we spent most of our time relaxing on the beach, which just happened to be steps away from our hotel room.
We had opted to stay in a hotel right on the beach in a smaller town south of San Francisco. It was amazing. Pacifica was beautiful and I want to go back! The relaxation was just what we needed, and I have not felt so peaceful or close to God. If I were a good blogger, I would separate all the pictures into different posts, but that just seems far too much of a hassle for me, so they are all here for your viewing or skipping pleasure.
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