“The ultimate [travel destination] for me would be one perfect day in San Francisco. There’s no city like it anywhere. And, if I could be there with the girl of my dreams, that would be the ultimate!”~Larry King
My bags aren’t yet unpacked, not because of laziness, but only for the fact I cannot move beyond the denial of me sitting in my sunny living room, open windows airing out my condo, listening to Pretty in Pink playing in the background on my television.
I am no longer in the overcast, threatening to rain, foggy-skied city that I love….
Despite forecasts threatening rain and showers, rain and more rain, we huddled under the umbrella on only a couple occassions….
The bit of rain we braved didn’t matter at all, because I still had my 48 hour parade.
I prefer a wet San Francisco to a dry Manhattan. ~Larry Geraldi
Shopping, eating, drinking, and walking were peppered with a couple of twirls on a sidewalk, followed by cab fares when my little ballet flats couldn’t shuffle me forward another step.
Milk tea with boba balls, sesame chicken, red wine, scallops and pork belly, rabbit mortadella, oysters and cracked crab pulled fresh from the water same day, and yeasty beer and cocktails gave us energy to play in Chinatown, elbow through late night bar crowds, and like minded tourists and locals.
The city gives us both many moments to reminisce, and fortunately, some new memories were made.
(and a lucky cat was bought, waving paw and all)