The hippies in Arcata (near Humboldt) showed me I am far from being a true hippie. Living out of a van with a baby wasn't as super as I thought it would be either. One last lesson I learned is that I don't think I want to live in a trailer park near the beach anymore. The people at the RV/Trailer parks were a bit too odd for me. Nothing like trying to jump into the shower in the shared, public bathroom only to have an artist show me her portfolio and pictures of her daughter's wedding. Didn't see that one coming.
The Hursts are great travel hosts (they caravaned with their RV) and I highly recommend traveling with them because they are very knowledgeable about road trips and cooking great food. Andrew made us stop at so many brew pubs I don't think I will ever eat fish 'n chips again!
We started Blake on baby food. I am following some food recommendations from my midwife so we started him off on liver pate and avacado. To this date, he has eaten: liver pate, avacado, pears, appleasauce, sweet potato, egg yolk, artichoke, and banana.
Me making the pate (Andrew thinks this whole ordeal is disgusting and resembles cat food):
A video of Blake eating:
2 comments:
Welcome back! Hopefully, the hippies did not do too much damage to you, and you will be back on the hippie band wagon once again. Perhaps I will see you around Thanksgiving or Christmas this year.
Hey! I'm glad you guys made it home safely and the van took good care of all of you. I'm loving the video of Blake eating - all the faces he make are precious!
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