I felt like quite the jetsetter this weekend. We headed off to San Diego on Saturday for my nephew’s 2nd birthday party. I always try to save myself from the expensive disgustingness of airport food by packing food for the flight, but I usually fall short of that goal. This weekend was no exception.
Luckily, SFO is getting its act together: the Plant Cafe rescues hungry, health-minded travelers in the new terminal from the scourges of greasy, day-old chow mein and McDonald’s. It’s still pricey, but my Spicy Thai Chicken Wrap was by far the best airport food I’ve ever had. More importantly, I didn’t feel gross after eating it!
In San Diego, we enjoyed the warm weather at a park, where we celebrated my nephew’s birthday. A Curious George theme, vegan cupcakes (the little guy’s allergic to dairy), and playtime for all was had. Sorry, no cute baby pics here. Just me, pretending to be a kid again.
My birthday was Sunday. I started if off nice’n’healthy with a weekend workout. We then headed down to Half Moon Bay for a gluttonous, oh-so-divine brunch. It was amazing. No food porn here (I felt awkward pulling my camera out), but let’s just say that the dessert section required two trips. Oh yeah.
We wandered along the beach, and watched some kids shooting off rockets:
I climbed a tree…
And then sat and watched the ocean, wine in hand.
All in all, a perfect weekend. Definitely going to have to get back on the workout wagon today. I could so easily get used to eating that well all the time.