"The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." - Mark Twain
It's chilly on arrival, but not for long. Before we know it, we're back in the Mediterranean here in SFO. Warm enough for a boat ride, some surfing, even an picnic on the beach...
It's the perfect afternoon to circumnavigate Alcatraz, listening to the loud whisper of the traffic on the Bay Bridge above and the quiet lapping of the water under the hull of "Sea Vous Play".
The Girls take turns at the wheel, but are mostly interested in ringing the bell, announcing "It's Party Time!". I wonder where they get that from, surely not the influence of their Auntie Auste!
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