A last weekend

Well not for us, but our friend Carlos. Our guide to the mission, pubs, bars and touristic stuff during the first few weekends, is heading back to Columbia. The weekend started on Friday with BBQ and Jazz of course at Birdland's.

Before the hangover could get hold on us, we organized a trip to the mountains to spend the afternoon in the sun. Sooner than expected we went back to lake Anza. With some difficulties and loss on the way, four of us arrived at the goal. Due to some misunderstanding, Charlotte wasn't picked up by the bus (I apologize) and Baptiste was left home because of health problems. Luckily he regained fast his health.

This time we were better prepared and we took our bathing suits with us. So swimming in the lake and sunbathing has been the afternoon activities.

On sunday we got up even earlier, well most uf us. Fitting somehow in a quite full bart, we went to San Francisco. With Market Street full of people and a parade in the middle, we saw a lot of things. Some you don't mind and some ... well never mind.

Walking from Powell to Civic Center we saw most of the Gay Pride parade. Once we've walked through the festivities, Nona and Kathrine joined us. In Golden Gate Park was an free concert: Alice's Summerthing.

So after an active weekend Carlos' last evening in Berkeley approached. Even the weather was sad and it rained all Tuesday. But like Carlos himself said: "I guess it was meant to be in this way." We made the best of it and enjoyed one last Pizza and a few last beers together.