#739: Rum Smuggler’s Cove.
The Pirates of the Caribbean might be stopping by later. Because here, at Smuggler’s Cove in San Francisco the rum is NEVER GONE. The Goonies… no One-Eyed-Willie… no Jack Sparrow would have been proud.
#735: Yappy Hour At Internos.
Ya know those friends you don’t see for a while, but it’s like yesterday when you catch up? Keren and I picked up like it was just yesterday when we were sitting on the sand with margaritas in Cabo San Lucas. The topics of conversation ranged from boyfriend woes to freelancing gigs to doggie troubles. Three hours, one quattro formaggi pizza and a bottle of delish robust wine later, it turns out, there was one thing we both were missing…
# Go on a Crazy, Fun, Whirl-Wind Summer Date.
There are dates (the kind you laugh about over cocktails) and then there are dates (the crazy-fun kind you log in the history books). This recent date #3 with Mr. Tall and Handsome Drink of Water was epic: A walk on the beach at sunset, followed by sweet lattes, followed by a spontaneous trip to the Roman-esque Palace of Fine Arts, followed by fish tacos. I’m still reliving the moments. We took endless sunglasses-on selfie pics.…
#Tackle the Coit Tower (steps).
It’s one thing to plan a visit to the Coit Tower, a Roman-esque monument fixed on the city’s memorable skyline; its silhouette acting as the city’s ‘North Star’ of landmarks. It’s another thing to stumble upon it. Today I, randomly and unknowingly, had walked all the way to the very top of it to make my doc appt. on the other side located at the very bottom. Some 42 minutes after leaving my Nob Hill apartment –– headphones-clad and Google Maps-ready –– I found myself standing beneath the foot of…