Yesterday we played tourists in San Francisco......as if you couldn't guess where we were.
Had we worn flowers in our hair as the famous song suggests, they would have blown into the next county! My sister Gail joined us for our latest adventure.
It was windy yet warm as we walked across part of the Golden Gate Bridge. I wish there was a bridge to the United Kingdom so Quilt Sue and I could make quick trips to see each other.
We did it all from the Crookedest Street in the World.....
.....to riding the cable cars. There's Alcatraz in the background. I guess that's where the quilt police are incarcerated, as well they should.
What happens in San Francisco, stays in San Francisco.
From sunrise to sundown, we had a fabulous day.
Today is our last day together. We have a long list to cover from soccer games, to cheerleading, to shopping, to a good old-fashioned American barbecue. Quilt Sue's visit has been way too short. A strong bond across the pond started with quilting and blossomed into a treasured friendship. We've made memories over the past twelve days that I will hold dear forever.