I'm going to dedicate this post to my dear pal, Rene. That girl is *always* reminding (harassing?) me when I haven't blogged for a few days… love you girlie!
OK, so everyone knows it costs an arm and a leg to live in California… especially if you're near the water, which the Bay Area happens to be. (It's that whole “bay” part)
I've lived here my entire life. I have no desire to move anywhere else. I want to raise my kids here, I want to die here.
I can wake up in the morning and go skiing or to the beach. I can go hiking in the redwoods or to Disneyland. I can see world class performaces (ballet, opera, musicals, all of it!) and I can find some funky little venue and check out some not yet discovered new talent.
I proudly show visitors around “my city” my San Francisco.
I love it all.
Even the earthquakes.
But none of these things are *really* why this place I call home is so amazing.
Tell me where else someone can take photos like these that follow… on a Sunday in November… three days after Thanksgiving… while exploring the city in a little yellow convertible with the top down all day.