Post #85: Fleet Week in SF
Fleet Week. It’s the one week out of the year I really look forward to: the sights of young men and women in uniform, the ear-splitting sounds of jets flying over our apartment. And the weather always seems to cooperate.
Fleet Week. It’s the one week out of the year I really look forward to: the sights of young men and women in uniform, the ear-splitting sounds of jets flying over our apartment. And the weather always seems to cooperate.
Half Moon Bay, CA. It’s my friend’s ‘happy place’. And after spending a whole day there, I can see why she loves it so much. It’s the perfect size for town: small enough to know all your neighbours, but big enough to have a Round Table Pizza.
A quick guide to visiting and living in San Francisco.
There’s so much to say, and yet the words are not so easy to come by of late. I am trying to find my mojo again, and I hope you understand. Sometimes, I just try too hard. Maybe less is more for me right now.
The first saw them about a week after I moved to the neighbourhood. They sat by the restaurant window, dressed in matching outfits of animal print. Twins. In the few seconds it took to walk by, I was taken. They were intriguing, vivacious. Instinctively, I wanted to know more about them.
I love picking streets for our regular urban hikes and seeing where they take us. Today, the American and I picked California. We are well versed in what California looks like on Nob Hill, so we joined California at Polk and headed toward the ocean.