Sunday, November 25, 2012

San Francisco, last day.

I am on my way home tonight on a red eye and tomorrow I get my kiddos back.  I had another beautiful day and I'm packing up the California sunshine in my pocket to take home.

Unfortunately, I didn't pack any of these amazing breads.  No burritos either, though I did consider it.  


 This morning I walked the other direction from Chris' house and went up past my old flat to Buena Vista Park, another old favorite of mine, another place where I missed my dog Charlie. 

 Buena Vista park goes up, up, up through the eucalyptus trees. 
 And at the top, ocean and the Golden Gate Bridge.  I sat up there for a while with my coffee.  Oh yes.

Next Chris and I hiked along this trail for some pretty amazing views of the bridge.  
 And we did some yoga while standing on a post, obviously. 



Next stop, lunch with California and Maryland relatives all in the city for Thanksgiving.  Guess which two are my mom's sisters.  We missed you, mom, and all cousins!

The rest of the day was spent wandering in and out of shops in Hayes Valley and talking myself out of some of the things I thought I had to have.  So many damn cute and cool things in that city.  I just wanted to bring it all home.  There was one particular dress I reluctantly said goodbye to when the price was too high.  I'm still not happy about that.

One final amazing dinner at an Italian place called Uva included an arugula and zucchini salad with Meyer lemon vinaigrette and pine nuts and Parmesan, and and this ridiculous salad with faro (like bulgar, but chewier) and pomegranate seeds and burrato cheese and persimmons all drizzled in honey, and the meal ended with vanilla bean gelato with olive oil and sea salt.

Oh my god.

In other words, it was a perfect trip from start to end.  Thank you universe, for making a place like San Francisco exist on this earth, and thank you Chris for being the perfect host. 

I'm hopping on a plane right this second.  Gotta run.  xo

Saturday, November 24, 2012

San Francisco, day 2

Holy Sensory Overload of San Francisco Goodness.

Here is a great day in pictures:

early pre-run breakfast at the Boulange, adorable French bakery in Cole Valley


another run in Golden Gate Park.  It calls your name, does it not?
cala lillies, my very favorite flower, all along the path



post run, pre surf coffee stop

south along highway 1.  surf board on top.

Hello, God.

Whole Foods veggie and salmon salad extravaganza on the way south

Santa Cruz.  75 degrees. 

watching the surfers and waiting for our friends.
ready.
It was harder to surf here than it was in Mexico, in part because the waves were really spread out so there was a lot of waiting, and in part because the board I was using and the arc of the waves were different.  Just being out there again, in the water, and seeing the sea otters slapping their bellies, was so incredible and felt so good from head to toe.  Salt water, sunshine, seaweed, the pull of the waves, warm air, and my cool big brother who never left my side. 

2 hours later, the sun was sinking.

happytired.

soy chai latte for the ride home. 

and then oh my god, the moment I've been waiting for.  BURRITO.  They don't make burritos anywhere like they do in San Francisco.  They really don't.  It had become mythical in my memory, and it was all I had hoped for, a tightly-wrapped bundle of black beans, rice, guac, and the freshest best salsa ever. 
salt water crazy hair and the familiar weight of that tin foil warmth.

yes, still the best.
One more day and I'm coming home tonight.  I miss my babies.


Thursday, November 22, 2012

San Francisco, day one.

I took you all with me on my run this morning. It was a 5.5 mile loop, a nostalgia tour of my old stomping grounds. I started before San Francisco was awake; I woke up before 5 am and the coffee shops don't even open until 7 here. Weird.

I feel like an earlier version of myself here. I like it. A lot.


Cole Valley. My old neighborhood.

Eucalyptus tree in the panhandle of the park. Sun just coming up. Can you smell it?

Into the park. Past the Conservatory of Flowers.

And through the de Young museum.

And back up to Cole Valley to 187 Belvedere, home for 4 awesome years. A lot of things in my life were sorted out while sitting on those steps.

And now the coffee shops were open. I went to Reverie, where I used to go for bagels and coffee, and my dog Charlie used to sit outside and wait for me. I kept looking down at my feet for my sleek, soft black pup who was at my side for every step of my SF days.


Later in the morning, Chris and I walked to breakfast, but we went via these trails that I swear to you are real. You just climb these steps and then you are there.

It doesn't feel real. It feels incredibly fake, like you are dreaming, or that there might be hobbits there or something. It is so lush, and just a few blocks away from his house, right in the middle of this city. I never knew they were there, all the years I lived within blocks of this. It was so crazy. At the end of the trail, we popped back into the city and went out to breakfast. Insane. I'm not doing it justice

On the trails, I found my dog Jackson except it wasn't Jackson, it was Cash, a dog that looks identical to my Jackson. I couldn't stop staring at him. Jacksy? Isn't that really you?
Out of the woods, and back into the city, we had oatmeal at Boulange.

And then coffee at Flywheel Coffee Shop, where Chris has some of his photos on display.



Next it was time for beach walking at Fort Funston.

And then a wonderful Thanksgiving meal with 16 friends.


And that was Day one. Happy Thanksgiving to all of you!