This past Spring, San Francisco became my home for a while and it was just enough time to fall in love. Living in a second floor walk up just off the train line in Redwood City, I spent every day exploring. I learned that between the Caltrain, BART and my own two feet there was very little closed to my curiosity. Mornings were spent on the roof of my building, enjoying the sunrise and the fog lift over the coastal range as I sipped my coffee slowly and practiced yoga. I then planned to fill each afternoon with adventure. So I found myself exploring as far south as Big Sur and as far north as Napa Valley and Sonoma, all without consulting a guide book.
In Sonoma, I experienced the simple joy of hearty bread, cheese and meat paired with a glass of great wine. In Marin County, I was inspired by the work of Frank Lloyd Wright. Walking the neighborhoods of San Francisco I ate mouth-watering gelato in Dolores Park, shopped for organic clothing in Noe Valley, bought a Tibetan prayer chain in The Castro, did my grocery shopping at the open air markets in The Mission and took photographs of the colorful murals before marveling at the true adrenaline rush of driving a car down an almost vertical street in Nob Hill.
I realized I’d have to live years in San Francisco to truly appreciate the diversity of experiences available to anyone with a sense of adventure!