# 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…
#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…
#52: Play Tour Guide In SF.
It’s always exciting have visitors in town. But, a word to the wise, get to know the basics of San Francisco, first. Like the public transit schedule, the good eateries, the top monuments, the cultural facts… The last thing you want to do is be schooled by the tourist. My good friend Allie (circa, 7th grade) was in town last weekend from Washington, DC. With her dying to see all the sights and maximize her week…
#50: Scope Out Every SF Hood.
Before you call one “home.” If you don’t, you’re either really lucky. Orrrr you’re really screwed. Take it from this fresh-from-DC transplant who thought she could escape apartment hunting insanity by researching “ahead of time” and relying on craigslist. Wrong. Oh, so wrong, so very wrong. It’s as true as people tell you. The neighborhoods define you. And you are defined by the neighborhoods. My first visit to the micro-hoods on day #3 were a testament to…