There are very few places we have been that we feel like we truly fit. I mean, moving around in a school bus tends to raise eyebrows. We were looking forward to our time back in Northern California and decided to take a trip to the beginning of all bus adventures, Berkeley. Back in the late 60’s our good friends from the Farm began their bus trip across the U.S.
Upon arriving that evening, we met up with Robin’s cousin at a local Irish dancing arena and pub and it was a blast. We danced the night away with a live Irish band, played darts with locals, and generally enjoyed ourselves. However, at the end of the night, we ended up parking on the street right between a Walgreens and a local market, Berkeley Bowl.
The next day, we parked in a neighborhood and then walked to Downtown Berkeley. Oddly, it was the place we felt most out of place. There was not one kid to be found the whole day. In a town known for keeping it’s oddity and it’s acceptance, we were truly the stand-out weirdos for having a larger family and taking that family with us as we experience the day.
The one place that felt comfortable was a four-story bookstore where we all read books and made sure to have some school in the middle of the day:
We fully expected to feel like blacksheep in many different parts of the country. We did not think that, with babies, we would be blacksheep in Berkeley.