For some reason whenever it is sunny and clear outside I think about San Francisco, interesting I know because it is infamous for its fog. We have been fortunate that usually when we go there it is one of those fluke days when the wind is just right and the skies are clear and the Golden Gate bridge can stand in its glory. San Francisco is one of those places that I consider “our” place. We have gone there quite a few times over the past few years and I never grow tired on the free samples of Ghiradelli, the smell of fish and sea lions, the boat cruises through the bay and the cable cars. I think I should plan a trip soon….
