Pictures from our 6 hour trip to Vacaville


 


Sr. Mary Sean, Me, and Lucy

Sr. Mary Sean and Sr. Mavis

One of many Gas Stations

Me and Lucy

My First time trying In and Out Burgers 10/10


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