Back on Tortola, having post vacation blues, thinking the best way to cope is to relive the experience through blogging. Apart from a few weekend trips to Puerto Rico on our own, this was in essence our first real solo family holiday. After Coralie and I finished our stay in Portland, we flew south to meet up with Yann in San Francisco. There we enjoyed four days as proper tourists, taking in the waterfront area; the Louis Vuitton Cup, the precursor to the America’s Cup; and Yann’s highlight seeing Red Hot Chili Peppers at the Outside Lands festival. From there we headed on highway one for a night in Santa Cruz, of course taking a brief stop at Mavericks in Half Moon Bay. We then spent a few days visiting friends who are really more like family, in Nipoma, near the central coast, seemingly spending every day at a different farmers market, taking it all in before it was too late. We continued on south visiting BVI friends, who share the year between their boat in the Caribbean and their hometown of Santa Barbara. It was my first time in the area, and I have to say it completely lives up to the hype. I got some shopping in, Yann fit in a surf session, and Coralie was happy just doing her thing. Our last few days as a family were spent with family down in LA in the company of my Uncle, who Coralie took to instantly. It was awesome taking her around the spots we always hit up in LA on our family holidays. After three days of sightseeing, my little gypsy proudly took off with Papa to the airport for two weeks in France, repeatedly requesting to ride on the ‘alligators’. We finally figured out this to mean the escalator, which she had seen for the first time in memory at the airport four weeks prior. I had one more night in CA on my own, spending it with an amazing college friend, who I always seem to pick up with where we last left off. Now back on the rock, back in the routine of normal life, and already starting to plan our next summer away.