*I remember reading in a travel book years and years ago that locals don’t say “Frisco” in reference to San Francisco. Because of that I never say “Frisco”, but I love a good alliteration, so I made an exception
Fun fact: I’ve never flown to SF before! Growing up I went there a few times on family road trips and Ben and I made a fun road trip to SF too, but never flew. It’s a 7 hour drive from me, but it’s a gorgeous one if you take the coast up.
I highly suggest it to anyone. Driving up the California coast will make you realize why I’m in love with this place
This morning I did a little Shred and took a shower as a courtesy to my fellow flyers. You’re welcome.
Then, I threw the last of my pumpkin in a bowl with cottage cheese, chia seeds, cereal, almond butter and Pumpkin Butter <—definitely the star of the show.
I grabbed my bowl of breakfast goodness to go and let Ben drive Hopefully I’ll come back to a clean kitchen (hint, hint).
And I’m going to miss this gorgeous guy too!
Once I got past the world’s slowest security line (they were training someone and it was brutal) I stopped at Starbucks for a Venti 2 pump pumpkin spice iced coffee with room
This is only an hour flight, but snacks are always necessary when you’re traveling. Always. It’s science.
How many pictures can you take of yourself and your snacks before your fellow passengers start to look at you like you’re weird? None. Don’t do it if you care what people think about you.
See you later!