This year, I spent Thanksgiving in California, where I have never been before. All Thanksgivings of my life until this year have been spent in the crisp, red-nosed cold of Minnesota. To my delight and surprise (though probably not to the surprise of Californians), I did not miss it.
Instead, I got to enjoy the deliciously warm, sixty degree shorts-weather that comes with California weather. Minnesota may have forty-five degrees of latitude, but it is severely lacking in certain other kinds of degrees this time of year.
Oliver’s parents invited me to fly down to San Francisco for Thanksgiving break, and I was beyond grateful and way beyond excited to accept the offer. Here are some photos from the trip!