I wanted to wring his neck. It was 10:30am and I was standing in line at the car rental agency in San Francisco when I received a text from my husband, "Crap, I have your driver's license. I'd drive back up but I'm in back-to-back meetings in the valley for the next four hours." "Whaaaa?! How am I going to get down to San Carlos?" After a ping pong of texts I quickly quashed it with "Of all the moronic things you have done... I'm going to kill you." I'm pretty sure I meant it.
In retrospect, it seems trivial that I would get so upset about not having a car in public transit-heaven. It escaped me that I had several other options to get to San Carlos, a suburb just 45 minutes south of San Francisco. The town has a train depot that is conveniently located within a 20 minute walk to my friend's house. So down we went on the BART, where we stopped at the South Sea Seafood Village for a dim sum lunch, a stop I would have driven pass by had I had a car.
The last time I had dim sum was just before Alex arrived so it took gargantuan patience to wait before dish after lovely dish arrived. The steamed shrimp and pork dumplings, the fried calamari, mushroom stuffed cabbages, sticky rice wrapped in lotus leaves was enough to be three meals spread across several days but at that sitting we cleaned our plates. Most notable was the seasoned sticky rice in lotus leaves which were stuffed with tender morsels of flavorful chicken, pork sausages and mushrooms. Comfort food at its best.
When we finally arrive in San Carlos a sleeping angel awaited. I had completely forgotten how tiny and fragile newborns are - anecdotal evidence that having children causes brain damage. Still there is no other experience that will make your heart swell as much as holding a miracle in your arms.