To slowly ease myself back into reality after a three week break, here are some pictures of what was (easily) the most amazing holiday of my life. Normal service will resume shortly.
First stop: Portland. The wine was delicious and the views astonishing.
Although PDX Pride was a little underwhelming (except for the dykes on bikes, of course).
Next, we took the train to LA. A 30 hour long journey with views like this. Bliss.
We stayed in West Hollywood, which is very gay (but I couldn’t find Bette Porter or the CAC anywhere!)
This was the golden pimp mobile in which we drove from LA to San Francisco.
My wife has a soft spot for Death Cab For Cutie so we had to cross the Bixbie Canyon Bridge multiple times (while playing the song).
We witnessed a bunch of elephant seals snoring (very loudly) on the beach.
And then we fell in love with Big Sur.
We stayed in a cabin in the woods and read lesbian fiction by the fire.
And then, just when I thought the trip couldn’t get any better, we arrived in San Francisco.
And the pride parade was literally endless (what with all the apps marching along).
We drank a lot of those and, as the night progressed and we dared to dream bigger and bigger, we plotted our move to San Francisco. 😉