On New Years weekend this little nugget took a trip to a golden place called California. I had my first glimpse of the Golden Gate bridge, watched cheese being made at the Cowgirl Creamery, and saw the Pacific Ocean. It was a lot different than the Atlantic Ocean because nobody was wearing bathing suits. That didn't stop my Uncle Ed from taking a dip.
The best part of San Francisco was that I visited with my cousins and aunt and uncles. My Auntie Nora even taught me enough Hungarian to make the previous blog entry.
I didn't leave my heart there, but I did leave my wrist rattle, thank goodness Aunt Mimsy sent it back to me!
