IF YOU'RE GOING TO SAN FRANCISCO...
I love San Francisco. Love it, LOVE IT, LOVE IT. I am oozing with jealousy because my brother-in-law, Christian, and his family, get to live there for three years while he is in school. Life is so not fair sometimes. (We were only there for 3 days... this may seem like a lot of pictures, but this is nothing out of the 300+ we took this weekend.)
Christian posing in front of the dental school. In case you were wondering, Christian is going to be a dentist, which is like a jeweler, but for the mouth.
We did really touristy things like go to Fisherman's Wharf. My job was to keep Luke from jumping into the ocean. He just doesn't get it.
We rode the trolley car all the way to the end of the line and back. Charlie loved it more than Luke did. He held on the entire time, just laughing and squealing.
Then there was Sunday... is it bad that I am starting to find all of this kind of funny? The protesters began gathering outside the church during the 1st hour. They had a pretty good chant going, "What do we want? EQUAL RIGHTS! When do we want it? NOW!" Little did they know though, Christian's ward is full of incredibly noisy little children that blocked out most of the protesters' noise during Sacrament Meeting (the 3rd hour).
Something else I don't get is why dress like this? Luke looked out the church window, pointed, and said, "Costumes, Daddy! Costumes! Like Halloween!" There was a guy in a wedding dress and then a couple of folks in this face paint. I mean, if you're trying to gain sympathy for your cause, don't you want to appear as normal as possible?
The leader of the group appeared to be this fellow in the white robe. From what I could tell, it was very similar to a toga (open on both sides) and he had on nothing underneath. (Don't get too excited, ladies.) Kudos to Erik for getting this great shot of the guy doing leg stretches on the police barrier. It was bad enough and then when he started doing this, I thought, "Oh no he didn't... oh yes he did." Once again, please explain to me how dressing like this and flipping us off as we exit the church will help you gain sympathy and support for your cause?
One last picture... taken as we were leaving the city last night. Although we spent one hour in traffic trying to get onto the Bay Bridge, I forgive you San Francisco. I still love you. See you again soon.
Gros Bisous, Cristin