This weekend, my family and I went up to San Fransisco to see our cousins. My mom dad, brother, grandma, and I all crammed into my moms Lexus and began the six hour drive. The car ride was definitely squishy as we were all in the same tight space for hours. However, when we finally arrived, we were greeted with the smiles of our family. I feel very lucky to be so close with my relatives. After I created my family, I immediately went to my head and the second my head hit the pillow, I was out. This was the beginning of a very jam packed three days.
The next morning, I woke up to the smell of apple and cinnamon filling up the house. My mom had made us oatmeal which we ate as we looked out at the view. I peered out into touring redwoods and crowded roads. We then all headed to the city to eat Dim Sung. This is a traditional Chinese meal. The thirty minute boat ride went by extremely fast. We got to see a lot of the city.
Our lunch reservation was at 12 so we once we arrived in the city, we mapped our way to it. The restaurant was called Yank Sing. Little did we know that there were actually two locations of Yank Sing in the city. We walked throughout the streets but noticed that we were not going the usual way. When we finally made it to the restaurant they told us that our reservation was at the other location. My aunt mapped the correct location which we made our way to. I guess you could say we definitely worked up an appetite.
The next day, we spent time with each other. It was exciting because both my cousins had lacrosse and soccer games that day which we got to watch.
On our last day, my family drove into the city again to go on a chocolate tasting. We left thirty minutes earlier then our cousins so we could get their early and look around. We ended up getting a bit lost of the way. My mom accidentally put the wrong address in and we arrived in a random neighborhood. After this, we thought she put the correct address in and made our way to it. However, it was incorrect again. The ironic thing was that when we realized we had gone the wrong way again, the song “The Wrong Direction” was playing in our car.
I bursted out laughing and so did my family. We realized that going in the wrong direction is not always bad. We had each other and got to experience different parts of the city.
The next time that you realize you are going in the “wrong direction” try to come at it with a different approach.
Rachel’s Report 