Hello Sacramento!

Business or Pleasure?

Well, both.

As part of a program I teach, I get an annual summer trip to California for training. We've gone to San Diego and Sacramento in previous years and this year was back to Sacramento. Our district sends close to one hundred teachers and administrators to this training which means there are lots of friendly faces among the conference of 2,800 people.

While I knew I'd miss my boys, I also looked forward to having a bed to myself (which I didn't use nearly enough), to socializing past 7PM and living the single life for three days.

A room with a Cathedral view.

We were spoiled almost immediately upon arrival with accommodations at the Hyatt Regency Hotel which is directly across the street from the state Capital building and a great park, being offered a glass of champagne as we checked in. Evidently, the Hyatt was Arnold's hotel of choice while serving as Governor.

My own bed!

Packing a laptop in one's suitcase = TSA checks on both flights.

Trees painted blue on street between hotel and conference center.

Awaiting colleagues for lunch at cafe. Much more peaceful without two wiggly little boys.

Capitol!

Nearly abandoned mall that will be torn down to make room for new Kings arena. We had to pass through on our walk to Old Sacramento. The team store, Starbucks and Hallmark appeared to be the only remaining stores.

Old Sacramento

The Dive Bar has a mermaid!

Dinner al Fresco!

Yummy beet salad.

The bathroom with clear glass between the genders.

Strolling the neighborhood.

View from hotel room on last morning.

In the end, I had a fantastic time with my friends and colleagues, we accomplished some good work and I learned some great teaching tricks to try in the fall. But, I spent every day wishing Jeff could enjoy the luxury hotel with me, and at the end of three days, ready to cuddle my little guys again.

Until next summer Sacramento!

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