It is closer than Chrissy Field, and would be a shame to waste one of the few truly warm days we get by not going to the beach. Ruth enjoyed the surf so much she had a tantrum upon leaving it. The tourists gave us dirty looks as Ruth screamed and pointed at the water while trapped in her stroller, covered in sand, wet, wearing only a diaper. These same tourists blankly starred at us like we were a TV while we struggled, without any offer of help, to get on the F line. At the end of the park there is a green spot out of view of the water where we gathered ourselves, put on clean clothes, shared a banana and some goldfish. The 49 bus begins its line right up the street which we were pleased to board, not wanting deal with the F on the way home. We got off at 21st and Mission, and a Mexican woman, without prompting of course, helped us disembark.
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This beautiful child looks like my mother at the same age!
xos
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