San Francisco

If ever there was a city that felt like a breath of fresh air, it would be San Fran.
it could very well be that I was in dire need of a vacation and was feeling stuffy in Atlanta; bombarded by the weight of work and burn out, ready for a break.

From the moment I stepped out of the airport, my burdens lightened and my lungs took in the air that was crisp, light and cool at a perfect 60 degrees. I threw on my jacket and walked with purpose into the city. I went to San Francisco in need of time away and with expectations of celebrating the big 3-0, but I found much more .

I found a city on the bay that was welcoming and begging me to sit on her shores and put all worries to the wind. I spent my 30th in good company watching the sunset on Baker Beach. The view was breathtaking. The sun sat on a foggy horizon, its rusty orange and purple hues extending past the fog to the Golden Gate Bridge. The waves crashed on the shore with a gentle splash of the ocean. The wind was cool, but never once did I feel cold.There was just enough warmth from the sun to balance the coolness of the breeze. The sand beneath my feet was darker in tone and reminded me of the shores of my favorite beaches in Chile. Pleasant memories flooded my mind as I sat on the beach making new ones. The sand also held a perfect bottle of Merlot from Napa paired with a cheese and olive board nestled between 2 friends brought together by chance, but I’m keeping her for life .If ever there was there was a perfect it was October 3, 2021.

and so I sat on the beach, doing what I do best, pondering, thinking, reminiscing and making plans for the future. I was hyper aware of everything about this day. It was so perfect. I took it all in. I was grateful, happy, at peace and excited for the year to come. I brought home a few of my favorite bottles, some souvenirs and memories to last a lifetime.

And then the sun set on that perfect day.