A Place I’ve Dreamed Of
It's been The Mrs' last weekend in SF, so apologies if I've been a bit too otherwise-occupied to blog. But one of the things I started to plan almost from the minute we agreed that he was going to come over is a trip to Sausalito on his last weekend. There are a couple of reasons, including that the ferry across from SF, with the sea lions playing alongside the boat, is a brilliant experience, and Sausalito is pretty enough in its slightly twee way. But the main reason is that every time I've ever taken that ferry I've seen the hotel alongside the ferry dock and thought "One day I'll stay there." And since I met The Mrs and started coming to SF on a regular basis, the thought of staying there with him has been lodged in my brain.
It's The Inn Above Tide, and it is quite literally built out over the water of San Francisco Bay. It's got the most amazing views back across to the city, with the whole panorama of the rest of the bay, including Alcatraz and the Bay Bridge. Worth a splurge for Himself's last weekend I thought. And in itself, it really was. Great (huge) room, with yer actual real fire, and a balcony out over the water. Except that the appalling weather that dogged the first few days of his trip was back with a vengeance. The rain, winds and fog made the views effectively non-existant, and every time we went outside it seemed to coincide with a particularly vicious or heavy squall.
Obviously in no way my fault, but somehow it made me feel a bit of a failure as a husband.