Make sure to wear some flowers in your hair.

We finally left our sanctuary at 4 Windflower shortly after noon on July 30th. With a cooler full of persian kotlets and about 6 lbs of fruits à la Mehri we were in San Francisco in a mere 5.5 hrs, with only one ten minute bathroom break. At 8 pm, we entered the Strawberry Hill district where, we would be spending two nights with Justin's cousin Matt and his girlfriend Trinity. Let's just say the neighbourhood was definitely not an ode to the Beatles' hit Strawberry Fields Forever.

After circling the blocks around Matt's house a few times we stumbled upon a delightful parking spot right across from what I like to call Crack Head Stadium. We sat in the car for a few minutes attempting to lock up as much of our lives in the tiny dash. About five minutes into this process we decided it would be best to call Matt and ask if he had a garage we could park in. He obliged, and we woke up the next morning to a much prettier view of the city, not blanketed with fog and hoodlums. The contents of their house (people and animals included) = AWESOME!

Hot pot, artsy people, dim sum, chinese food, all things which make SF soooo desirable for me and my belly. I found myself wishing that it wasn't so god damn cold so we could move there after our year trip. But alas I love warmth too much and after two days we were on our way to as far north as we could make it on the PCH in one day.

She's ALMOST the perfect women.

I owe her a wealth of gratitude for basically driving me across the country while I convalesced my ankle but there were some moments where I actually double checked my trousers. I'll leave it at that.

What not to do on your last day of work.

(Not mine, but basically identical)


It would've been immensely more interesting if I could have told you that I went out Jerry Maguire-style (forgetting that Tom Cruise played him, of course) screaming down the middle of the office common but alas, that was not my story. Instead, I quietly faded away with a sad email stating how I severely sprained my ankle playing soccer during lunch and that hopefully I would be back next week to make my rounds when I returned to pick up the rest of my office tchotchkes. (Yes, I looked that word up). I really didn't realized how bad it was, even after I continously heard, "Oh, yeah, an ankle sprain is way worse than a clean break!" Yep, thanks. Got it.
Alas, it has been over three months now - I have packed/moved out of an apartment, traveled 3,000 miles across our beautiful country and climbed a 3,767 meter mountain but honestly I still think about the stupid thing every day. Moral of the story, don't sprain your ankle and try to plan a year long working holiday. Actually, just don't sprain your ankle. It looks really sad in the airport or at a campsite when your barely 100 pound girlfriend is carrying the heavy things while you sit on the sideline with your foot elevated.

Hmm, or is it?

Finally a blog that tells you where we disappeared to!

Hello All,
We've been promising you a blog for three months now. Well here it is, the adventures of Justin and Yasmine better known as 2 Schnauz Abroad. We think it should be pretty self explanatory.
y + j