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.
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