I have heard the expression "I left my heart in San Francisco" a million times, but after having spent the weekend huffing our way up the rolling hills of pavement and back down now I I truly understand. I am uncertain if it is the colorful Victorian row houses, the meticulous attention to architectural details, the fire escapes or the meandering clouds which roll in and out that enchant me more. This time we took a different approach to the city. Upon exiting BART we went the exact opposite direction we normally choose. For it is easy to swim like a school of fish and push our way up and down Hyde street and finally land at Fisherman's Warf, but this time was going to be different. I was on a mission, a mission of looking up and down, trying to avoid the middle ground which is so easy to be comfortable in. At the end of the day I was pleased with what I found and rediscovered how much I like to take the path less traveled.
