San Francisco was always one of those places where I have wanted to live. I have fond memories of a drive down the long winding Route 1 from San Francisco to Los Angeles during a post-college road trip. The last time I was supposed to go to San Francisco was on September 11, 2001 for a meeting with a client's attorneys, which ended up never happening (see carpe diem). The trip was to have a personal motive as well, as I was considering a possible relocation and wanted to explore whether my memories from college infatuation held true.
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| Market Street |
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| Golden Gate Bridge |
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| San Francisco skyline |
On a whim, I took the opportunity to visit a friend on my way back for the holidays. After a late start, we just got in a car and went for a drive - well as aimlessly as one can with a GPS navigator in tow. We ended up at Twin Peaks right before sunset. Of course, the hill with the sunset view was also the windiest and chilliest, which I was not equipped for with my high heel boots and dress. The views were spectacular with practically a 360 degree view of the city in all its glory. For a brief moment (until my digits started to get numb), the hues, the fresh air, the sound of the wind, and nature juxtaposed with concrete jungle seemed so...peaceful.
We ended the night with drinks at a local bar and a great meal in the historical Castro district at the bottom of the hills. I love when a local feels strongly enough about a place that he stops by two strangers staring at a menu to recommend the lasagna. Turns out that the restaurant had its own history, being family owned for 40+ years. Besides, a place called the Sausage Factory in the middle of a gay neighborhood has to live up to its name. To the gentleman who swore up and down on the lasagna...he was right, it was scrumptious.
Sometimes it is interesting where life takes us, and many times, it is all about the timing. I remain infatuated and can now add the "Breasts of the Indian Maiden" to my fond memories of the Bay Area!
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