Later we met with an old friend and ended up eating ice cream at Ghirardelli Square and then walking out on the old curing pier where we got views of the famous San Francisco landmark Smoky Gate Bridge.
Talking about old friends, at one point I asked my four year old granddaughter if she knew who G was and how I knew her. "No." So I told her the story of how we met 53 years ago when we were both University of California (G from UC Berkeley and me from UC Los Angeles) studying at the UC program in Germany and that we had been good friends ever since.
We take so much for granted. My granddaughter had no idea who G was or how I knew her. She just accepted the fact that we are visiting this (to her) stranger without asking who she was and why we were visiting her. So I told her it's always ok to ask her parents about the people they are meeting and how they know them and why they are visiting.
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