My weekend getaway to colorful and inspiring San Francisco

So here’s the scoop. I’ve been feeling significantly disoriented with life over the past months and have just been longing for a fresh perspective. Something to remind me of the beauty and upliftment in life; a broader experience that would both connect and free me. A getaway to San Francisco didn’t dawn on me until a couple months ago. I’ve had resistance to that city for years. And it was my own doing, of course. I had a disappointing and sad go of it there after a quintessential post-college cross country trek from Massachusetts. My friend and I had planned on moving to SF, but the realities of finding a place to live in the most expensive city in the universe really put a damper on the whole dream. So after nearly a month of living out of a 1986 Volvo wagon (such a trooper, until it broke down in the middle of a steep hill) we decided to head back to Boston and begin again there. Which was necessary and led me on a path to grad school, friends who are still in my life to this day, and a greater desire to reclaim California as my forever home. That, of course, happened a few years later when I moved out here to Santa Barbara in 1999. Life is nutty, but looking back it all makes sense; it all made me a better more peaceful person. No regrets ever. But back to last weekend’s trip. My friend Jake had moved from Boston to San Francisco a little over a year ago, making him the best tour guide ever. His fresh eyes, happy heart, and keen mind navigated us through miles of land and seascapes…and, oh my god, the natural beauty held within the stretches and nooks of Golden Gate Park, the colorful and inspiring neighborhoods, the most amazing food I think I have ever tasted (get thee to The Ice Cream Bar for an extra special treat), and the majestic views of the Golden Gate + Bay bridges with the ocean backdrop. I felt like I was traveling through hundreds of different worlds, all with a handful of miles. Stellar, every inch of it… We walked and walked and walked and walked. And we took breaks every so often to eat, drink, and chill out. Nothing hurried or forced and I rarely tired because everything fascinated me. It was…

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