This is how I looked most of my time in San Francisco: messy hair (‘cuz of the gusty wind), ten layers of clothes, Converse, warm coffee in hand (always), and a smiling face.
San Francisco, I love you.
I turned a long Thanksgiving weekend into a week-long, overdue vacation with the boy I like.
I saw a lot of cute stuff. I consumed a ridiculous amount of coffee, snacks and fun dinners. I met his family (as you know).
(And P.S. I think they liked me, I didn’t make a pie, I made stuffing instead and I liked them back. YAY!)
We drove north through the Grapevine and stopped to run up a pretty hill and stare at how beautiful California is. And then we almost died from being out of breath.
What’d up, Karl!