Last weekend, Debbie and I spent the day in San Ramon going bungee jumping!  This was by far the craziest thing I think I have ever done.  I've wanted to do it for a long time, and why not do it in Costa Rica, right?  It is the strangest feeling jumping head-first down to nothing but rocks and trees below you.  Here's a video that the guides recorded for us.  Pictures of both of our jumps are up on facebook.  Enjoy!!

xoxo

Where The Sidewalk Ends...

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

-Shel Silverstein


10 days of school and counting!!