Paul and I flew out to the land of my birth
to visit with my family and to meet my new niece.
Cute isn't she?
There were some foggy mornings
(view from my parents' front window)
(Grand Lake farmers' market, source for incredible nectarines)
but they almost always gave way to bright, sunny afternoons which were best spent outside.
There was Mexican food in the Mission,
(I highly recommend the pozole)
and the odd late night drink.
(the new parents in the local tiki bar)
And lots and lots of time spent in my parents' back garden, lounging among the begonias and hummingbirds. It was just as idyllic as it sounds.
And now I'm back in New York which has suddenly become intensely autumnal. Which I love. Or will love, rather, once I get over the shock that the change in seasons brings about.