Alcatraz and Mom

One week seems to be the right amount of time for a visit from my mother, just wish it was not during the second week of classes. Actually, I don't care it was only a week and she comes first.
I also realized she is in good shape, anyone who has ever walked the streets of San Francisco knows they are no easy task, but she kept going. We walked and ate outside everyday, and why not she had come from Minnesota and we were having temps in the 60's with sunshine everyday.
The good thing about having different people visiting is that they make you do the things you would not normally do when living in that same area.
Maybe I'm getting more mature, because spending a few hours walking around Alcatraz with my mother and never once did I think of funny thoughts about her being at a federal prison, well almost never.

The side you don't normally see