#88: Get Lost In Powell’s Bookstore Portland.
I had heard about this famous bookstore in Portland that stretched a block wide. Now I know what they were talking about. I asked where the travel section was. The lovely, knowledgeable librarian gave me a 4-story library map, a bookmark, a coffeeshop coupon, a bumper sticker and tip to “narrow down the travel list, there’s a lot of books up there.” Apparently, this book land has so much in it you could spend a day, or…
#83: Score An Apt in Nob Hill, SF.
When I moved here on a whim from the East Coast in July 2013 with practically nothing but two suitcases, I NEVER thought it would take me this long to find a home in San Francisco. But now (maybe the sun gods finally heard me, it is Indian Summer after all), I FINALLY found a 2-BR apartment in the city. On Craigslist, no less. With a random 30-year-old woman who had already lived there for 10 years.…
#73: Late-Night Roadtrip To Wine Country.
Last night, two friends, Brittany and Paul, and I took an impromptu, last-minute road trip to wine country to drop off a friend of theirs visiting one of the wineries. What we found was a confluence of the observable and the intangible in one fantastic wine experience. Three and a half hours, some new wine friends, 1 delicious truffle bar, 1 fire pit, 8 glasses of shared wine and countless poisonous jellyfish later, we discovered the…
#70: Carve A Pumpkin, West Coast Style.
It seemed like a brilliant idea at the time to carve a pumpkin and then leave it somewhere unexpected for the world to see. Little did we know it would make us Starbucks-famous. It was Halloween time. Brittany and I were in festive, holiday spirits, sipping our hot Americanos and piping foam lattes. And the Palo Alto Farmers Market was inspiring enough with children’s costumes, pumpkin-infused everything and endless sightings of Starbucks cups. Swapping glances as we walked…