San Francisco and I – we go way back.
SF was where I met boyfriend J. We met for 2 days and amongst the movie backdrop of perfect sun, sea and mountains, we fell in love.
I have always protested to my friends: no no no I fell in love with the city before I fell in love with J.
But that’s really splitting hairs, in many sense the city is as symbolic a signifier as J is for that specific passage of my life.
I’m now in San Francisco for a week to celebrate boyfriend J’s birthday with him and am staying at my friends’ amazing downtown apartment at Embarcadero.
For friends who are earning less than me working in a pricier city, they are certainly living it up! Check out the view from their balcony:
That’s day 1 vista, the city’s charming even in a heavy downpour.
But day 2 vista was really closer to what San Francisco really looks like.
Isn’t it a winner? Check out super cool Colt Tower in the background, I love walking those narrow streets up to the tower, muy romantico.
It’s super weird staying in their apartment, waking up at 9am to watch TV while they rush out for work. I roam around the city, shopping, eating, meeting friends and come back to their empty apartment since they come back very late from work.
Being jobless is a real luxury, especially when you’re in San Francisco.