After an impulse buy in Chinatown, San Francisco, we had to at least come up with some sort of a project for our new snazzy outfits. The mustache, of course, is real. No, it really is. Stop looking at me like that. As is the horse. I did find it strange that that blonde girl with the braids didn’t have a face, but who am I to judge right? I think her name was Sally. Strange name: doesn’t really fit to a native Bavarian girl avec horse.
I was lucky enough to go on an amazing adventure to Yosemite with my one and only Papa. It was beautiful. There were trees-just a couple-, mountains-one here and there- and laughter-all over the place in each cell of my body and encompassing the air around us.
It is safe to say, it was a beautiful weekend.