We grew up on the East Coast, flitting about NYC, Philly, DC and all the hot spots in between. While Crys still prefers the cosmopolitan ways of New York, I am definitely a Cali girl at-heart.
With dramatic bluffs that drop into endless Pacific Blues, Redwoods that reach to infinity and perfectly temperate weather (can you say trifecta?), the Bay Area is my kinda place.
Here’s some eye candy from last week’s jaunt to San Francisco and visual justification for my heart’s refusal to board the Red Eye back to Chicago with me.