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.
The bridge played hide and seek though.
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. 😉
