For a while they've talked about sailing on a boat and today James didn't have any work so we decided to take a ferry to the city. Not sailing by most people's standards, I realize, but to our little ones it was a dream come true. The excitement started when I told them mid-morning of the plan, they both inhaled sharply, wide-eyed and Bryttain clapped her little hands together laughing while Arran grinned from ear to ear.
Of course, as usual, it took us a good couple of hours just to get out of the door. What with organizing layers of clothing, packing lunch, finding hats, nappies (diapers), dummies (pacifiers), as well as all of the other last minute things that come to mind when you really just need to leave, it just always takes much longer than anticipated.
Excitedly waiting to board the ferry.
They were just over the moon as we pulled up to the ferry terminal in Larkspur and they could see the ferry. It was the most beautiful day, one we could not have ordered, for a trip to the city. Normally, no matter what the temperature in Marin and Sonoma, once you get to the city it's cold and windy, but it was bright, warm, sunshine. Not one of us wore any of our layers all day, apart from on the ferry ride home, where it was rather windy out on deck.
It was a little blustery on deck.
After arriving in San Francisco, we used our transfer to ride a muni-trolley as close to Ghirardelli Square as we could get, walking the last three blocks. Riding the trolley just added to the adventure, was is a bus? A train? It didn't matter, it was all so fun.
Riding the trolley
Approaching Ghirardelli Square
Arran being a parrot (don't ask me why), complete with squawking!
Of course, our reason for heading over to Ghirardelli Square was to get our dessert....famous Ghirardelli Sundaes. I've wanted to do this for a long time and never done it, until now. What a treat! Arran opted for a chocolate milkshake, while Bryttain selected a vanilla ice-cream cone (which as she was a child, came with sprinkles), while James and I both got sundaes. Mine was called Midnight Reverie; dark chocolate ice-cream with hot fudge sauce and cream, James was an Espresso something-or-other; similar to mine but with espresso ice-cream instead of the chocolate. They were good, but so rich. If you know me, you know that chocolate is a weakness of mine, but it really was just too much! I know it's hard to believe, but it's true....next time, I think, assuming we can agree on a flavour, James and I can just share one.
After a ride back on another trolley car, we boarded the ferry again and made it home in time for a quick bite of dinner, before we took Arran to Awanas.
A couple of my favourite comments from the day.
Arran: "Are we going to go on the jolly again?" - he mis-heard trolley as jolly and insisted on calling them jollies most of the afternoon.
Arran: "Chocolate is huge flavour!" - after I'd asked him if he enjoyed his milkshake
Bryttain: "Yours is gooder than mine!" - this was said with very big eyes immediately following swallowing a bit of my chocolate ice-cream, which made her vanilla pale in comparison. Of course I'm glad she chose vanilla, she has more than enough energy and did not need caffeine to add to the mix :)
Bryttain: "Thank you for lettings us ride on your bus" - she said this so sweetly to the muni man. It's the sort of thing we'd naturally expect to hear from Arran and it was so precious to hear it, unprompted, from her.
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