I took our 12 year old son to Palo Alto for a cousin’s wedding on March 15. We arrived in Palo Alto late Friday night (which was made even later with a request for a late-night snack of black truffle French fries). Once we finally got up on Saturday, we made the obligatory brain-washing visit to Stanford and walked through the Engineering Quad. It was one of those gloriously sunny 80 degree days that Palo Alto specializes in (what a woman I talked to briefly called “stupid nice”).
The wedding itself was one of the loveliest ceremonies we’ve been to. I was only sorry that Jim and our daughter couldn’t be there, too. And it was wonderful to see my parents and all my relatives and catch up on what they’ve been doing. (Although our son, after being presented with a plethora of cousins he never knew existed, decided we had too big of a family. He wasn’t reassured on being told that this was the less populated side of my family.)
Naturally, after a weekend of glorious weather, we came back to DC and had 10 inches of snow overnight. School was cancelled on Monday, and I suspect it will be July before school finally lets out!