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.