#Take Out-Of-Town Guests to Jane For Breakfast.
If you’re craving brunch during the week; want oversized muffins, sweets or treats any time before 6:00 PM; or need a cozy and inviting place to do work, Jane coffee shop is probably one of the best in the city. This past Labor Day weekend my mom and cousin were in town from the East Coast and craving the taste of cinnamon rolls and muffins, the smell of strong coffee and wondering what west coast ambiance felt like. Only once place came to…
# Lay Under A Giant California Redwood Tree.
Laying under the world’s tallest tree, the California Redwood, is eye-opening, breathtaking and thought-provoking. Here, this tree has been living for least 1,200 years and I’ve only been living for 28.
#Off-Road on Mt. Tam, Run a Race Up The Mountain.
It’s a week after the 10K Table Rock Trail Run at Mt. Tamalpais, and my legs still feel like jelly. Little did I know when I ambitiously signed up that Mt. Tam is unforgiving to soles, calves, sunshine, WiFi connections and apathetic runners. It’s an all or nothing course with a 2,000 foot slope to climb to get to the top of the mountain. Marin County’s Mount Tamalpais has been ground zero for biking, hiking and running ever since…
# Dog-sit and house-sit for a whole week.
When I got the offer to dog-sit and house-sit for an entire week, I had no idea what I was signing up for. A walk in the park? Complete mayhem? Smooth sailing? Maybe a nice little vacation out of the city? Turns out 6 days, 7 nights, two worn-out feet, two lovable doggers, one mangy feline and one pretty sweet San Jose house later, it turns out this hiatus from city life was an easy walk in the dog park. The…
#49: Tackle Apt Hunting Like A Full Contact Sport.
Tackle it with a helluva thick skin and chutzpah. Do that and you just might not end up in the Tenderloin. It’s taken me 4 weeks, 3 apartments, 202 emails, 47 miles, 646 [espresso] shots, 7 forms of public transit and 1 college dorm room to discover an inevitable fact about SF: If the apartment hunting process doesn’t chew you up into bite-size, San Francisco bedroom-size pieces, roll you around like fresh Sushi or spit you…