China Plan B

Alison has been begging to go to China. For about six months she's been asking when we can go, and when we kept saying we weren't sure, she started telling people we were going next week. Not technically "next week", but whenever she talked about it, she always said we were going "next week." Sort of like the sign in front of the Mexican restaurant we love that says "Free Margaritas Tomorrow." Next week never came. But she kept holding out hope. So we made a decision. No, we're not going to China, but we are going to Chinatown...in San Francisco. We booked a flight to S.F. for....week after next. Not exactly next week yet, but it will be on Sunday! Colin and Erin will be at camp, so it will just be the three of us. Alison is thrilled that she will get us all to herself. We're planning on visiting Alcatraz, seeing a S.F. Giants game, and hanging out at Fisherman's Wharf. I'm ready to escape this perpetual, never-ending rain.

So, as we were talking about great it will be to walk around Chinatown and how it's going to feel like we are in China, Alison reminded us that, alas, there is NO Great Wall in San Francisco. True. China Plan B isn't perfect, but it's better than hanging around here waiting for the skies to clear. By the way, gotta check that San Francisco forecast....next week.