
Brunch at Zazie in Cole Valley. Not at all indulgent when you follow it with five hours of walking and one badass hill.
It’s four in the morning. The dog is with his Aunty. Work has been blissfully put on hold. Guide books studied, walking shoes packed, perishables emptied from the fridge, the awesomest of peoples awaiting our arrival on the left coast and dare I say it we might even stick some flowers in our hair. Nothing left to do here; we’re headed to San Francisco.
Remind us to come back, will you?