DoubleTree by Hilton Hotel Livermore
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Wednesday, Lisa had to work, so it was a good day to hang out with Tami, Christopher and Austin. After a pretty decent breakfast at the hotel, we loaded everyone in my truck and headed out for a fun day with the kids.
Christopher and Austin we happy to be riding in Papa Tim's Truck which was a good way to start the fun. We went a short …
We drove into Livermore on Monday and spent the evening with the family from Suzi's first husband, Ron Davis.
Ron's daughter, Todi, along with her daughter, Sadie and three grandkids drove up from San Jose to join us in Livermore. We all gathered at the home of Lisa Davis, Ronny's ex-wife, and were joined by Ronny's daughter, Tami, her …
... in Oakhurst. It's a charming little place, built on a series of hills. Upon entering our room, we were greeted by large murals and patterned furniture. The bathroom's furnishings were brown, and decorated with a lovely basket of flowers on the tile. Very 1970s.
We settled in and ordered pizza for dinner. Matthew got to try out the pool while the adults sorted out our laundry. It was all in all a relaxing day.
... The ocean as we came close to port was filled with garbage and the rivers, lakes and streams are equally dirty. But they all have cars or scooters and the roads are clogged with traffic. Getting from point a to b, only 10 miles, took almost 2 hours in 100 degree weather with an inefficient air conditioner in the van. No stopping at traffic lights, allowing pedestrians to cross or allowing a screaming ambulance to move through an intersection. As our guide said ...
... 8217;t I have it? They said I could have it’.
It was depressing being back in a city, so much so I actually started crying waiting for the ferry to take me over the bay to visit Sausalito. The windy but sunny town mopped up my tears and I admired the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz as we passed them on the crossing. Resisting an ice-cream in Lambert’s parlour I bought a coffee but accepted a taster of a flavour called Nuku Hiva, ...