After spending nearly an entire day driving through wine country and along sections of the Pacific Coast Highway that I would have easily exchanged for others that I accidentally missed, my arrival into San Fransisco was timed perfectly. Friday afternoon in this city is something to behold. First of all, the vast majority of the population are young, attractive, working professionals that carry themselves with confidence on these beautifully kept, hilly streets. It's no wonder Danny Tanner on Full House was always so happy. Living in a pastel painted three story house in San Fransisco must of cost Danny a pretty penny. The work day ends, and the bars and restaurants fill with the type of people that make family reunions louder than grandma can stand. Opinionated, well spoken, and intelligent people share their ideas over coffee at corner cafe's, and the water that surrounds the peninsula on three sides reminds the land mass and it's people that while they may be free thinkers and have great ideas that could work without the likes of DC buerocrats, this body of land is still under the governorship of the Terminator, and by virtue of being only a peninsula still connected to both California, and the United States of America.
The downtown city scape shines in the night sky like a Manhattan or Chicago. But in all of it's glory it wakes up not to dirty streets, but remains sparkling so that it can host friendly park picnics, and welcome the weary into it's lovely charm. Art museums, financial districts, and seedy back street bodega's can all be found without looking very hard. Whether you want authentic Asian, Indian, or North Carolina barbeque, there is something for you when it comes to San Fran's cullinary provision. With a decent job, and a few friends I could see how someone might prance through the streets at 40 looking suprisingly like the 26 year old they were when they found out about this great place. Simply put, it's just not a community that is condusive to aging, or leaving behind the healthier, more vibrant years of your life.
The downtown city scape shines in the night sky like a Manhattan or Chicago. But in all of it's glory it wakes up not to dirty streets, but remains sparkling so that it can host friendly park picnics, and welcome the weary into it's lovely charm. Art museums, financial districts, and seedy back street bodega's can all be found without looking very hard. Whether you want authentic Asian, Indian, or North Carolina barbeque, there is something for you when it comes to San Fran's cullinary provision. With a decent job, and a few friends I could see how someone might prance through the streets at 40 looking suprisingly like the 26 year old they were when they found out about this great place. Simply put, it's just not a community that is condusive to aging, or leaving behind the healthier, more vibrant years of your life.
