The week flew by. For once, all our connections happened on schedule. About 30 minutes after our flight form Costa Rica arrived at LAX, we were in a rental car, driving to Santa Cruz, where our friends Perrin and Chase were getting married.

We arrived just in time to say hello and hang out for an hour before dropping off to sleep. for the next three days, we drove around Santa Cruz, mostly separately, as I helped attend to Perrin and Eric helped Chase get beers. The day of the wedding, Eric and Chase an few other guests spent two hours on the bench next to a little store called Castalegno's in the Santa Cruz Mountains, drinking beer. That relaxed the groom's side.

We had a fabulous time at the wedding.

The day after, Oct. 5, we headed to San Francisco to run more errands (vaccination shots, etc.,). It was weird to be there one more time saying good-bye. We said most of our good byes in May, and some more in July, and them we came back for one day in September, and only said good-bye to a few folks in our neighborhood. That's how this last round of good-byes went; we visited with my mom and brother and our upstairs neighbors and hardly anyone else. Our friend Leo says he's tired of saying good-bye to us. He calls us chronic.

We left SF on Oct. 7, drove all the way back to LAX, and then got on our flight to Hawaii. Little did we know that only one of our bikes would make it on board.

Next: Maui.

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