What a loving town SF is, (formerly known to me as "San Francisco") Where the daddies troll their toddlers dressed as dinosaurs up and down concrete hills in big red wagons and the independent ambiance of haight street lures you in with bright purple colored buildings and dread-heads wavering in and out of thrift shops.
I fell in love with the quaint corner store flower shops and the purposefully messy look of the San Franciscan community.
As I boarded my plane home with my Underdogs baja burrito bowl tightly packed away I thought to myself... "if only I could somehow convince my hubs that earthquakes are harmless!"
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