Our French friend Laurent visited this weekend. He was taking a trip across the U.S. by train (train? apparently they do still run in the States, although not on time or to very many destinations). With stops in Albany, NY, Chicago, Seattle, and Eugene he eventually arrived in downtown Oakland. Unfortunately, after the vicious swings in temperature from the cold of the East Coast, to the unseasonable warmth of Chicago, to the driving rain of Seattle he succumbed to a nasty cold. The weekend was beautiful here after a chilly rainy week, but Laurent was too sick to enjoy much of it. We listed a few possible activities (hiking, museums, touring the city), however, he opted for napping and swigging copious amounts of tylenol cold syrup. We did drag him out to Alameda for a short walk on the beach though.
We also went for a short hike in the Oakland Hills at Joaquin Miller Park and Redwood Park. We had no idea that such extensive hiking trails were only a 15 minute drive from our apartment in the bowels of downtown Oakland.
Zoe plots her revenge as she contemplates the indignity of wearing socks on her hands instead of mittens.
Zoe was once again off schedule due to visitors and decided that the best way to communicate her displeasure was with maintaining a near constant whine. After she finally settled down in her swing, I asked Laurent what he thought of Zozo. His response of "she's not horrible," was a little lacking in the usual effusive praise. I guess it will be a few more years before she captivates the Frenchmen.
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