We’re mad.

How could our parents have deprived us of this nirvana for 23 months? I mean, really. Could someone call child protective services please? This is a disgrace.

In addition to experiencing a true beach (now that we know better, we will be protesting our cold trips to SF beaches!), this phiz-natty condo and the happiest, most relaxed parents in the world, we have also learned what it’s like to be topless in the night. You see, we have this enormous sliding door that opens into the fresh air and at night we open them all the way, so our living room IS outside! At first, we were really confused that we were “outside” while enjoying our milk and a little Baby Einstein before bed. We could constantly go topless outside, point into the night and say “oooggghhh!” to make sure our parents knew the doors were open. Now we are used to it and love it. We’re definitely not looking forward to repeating this exercise at home in 50 degree nights while running out onto our deck (AKA Bernie’s toilet).

So, we’re just going to enjoy the “now” before having to return home to San Francisco – now the second best place on earth.

Quinn