The thing about waiting for your wedding is you’re always just waiting for your wedding. Everything else is just killing time. Which is exactly how we felt this week. We had arrived on the west coast with a week to spare, and now we just weren’t sure what to do with ourselves. California is truly beautiful (though this bit of the world isn’t the stereotype of palm trees and bikinis, more like redwoods and big scarves). So we contented ourselves with a week of bouncing from beach to vineyard and back again. The problem we were finding is although we expected California to be the van life mecca, it is very much “we do not want you lousy hippies camping on our beaches, and living the good life. We paid far too much for this view”. Seriously, we were finding it hard to find a place to park overnight that didn’t make us a bit nervous.
Luckily we didn’t have to for long. We managed to get a house sit, and not just any house sit, but a house sit in the center of San Francisco - you could not get much better than that! We found that we could park Milton in Walnut Creek (a suburb) in a CVS parking lot for just $5 a night, and then take the train in. Which is exactly what we did. It’s quite a posh suburb so we didn’t feel too worried leaving him there for a long weekend. The house sit went great, they had a big boxer and little yorkie, both a bit more high maintenance than Gogi, but let’s be honest, what dog isn’t? But, the real advantage was getting to check out the city, work through the public transport, and get a preview of what the wedding week would be like. Yay! Wedding week.
Like I said. It’s all just a waiting game.