SF

I was in SF this weekend visiting David and in all the time we have been together, I never knew quite how amazing the views from the (unfortunately off-limits) rooftop of his Nob Hill apartment really were. He has definitely been holding out on me... the bridge!

Also, I have to share this crazy story. After a very relaxing weekend, I boarded a super early morning flight back to Santa Barbara only to have all of my relaxing undone. I opened my eyes a while after takeoff to a beautiful clear sunrise breaking over the cloud canopy and, nearly simultaneously, to the slowing of the propeller on the right hand side of the small commercial plane. Apparently a plane can fly with just one properly functioning propeller because ours did. As we came in for a steep landing back at SFO, I thought, wow there are a lot of fire engines on that runway. Then I put my heart back in my chest and nearly hugged the pilot.