I have a friend who is making plans to visit my wonderful city. I thought my email was too good to keep private—wanted to share it with y’all:)
It’s really beautiful outside. Like so beautiful that if San Francisco is like this more often it will become really expensive to live here.
From Alexia Tsotsis, reporting on Quora’s new valuation. Ha.
Luckily for us, that day was spent outside picnicking.
Things have been pretty crazy around here lately and I needed the planned window of relaxation. This was near-perfect.
From the event invite: "We’ll be lounging in the park sipping sweet tea and enjoying the slow pace of life pass us by (front porch rocking chairs not included)."
photo credits: dean casalena (4) and crystal jones (1)
At lest that’s what the taco cashier called it. Are you from Diego? He said. No. I’m from ‘Francisco. Well, sort of.
We spent two weeks—exactly 14 days—in San Diego as a final surprise tour stop for work. I think I had been settling in so nicely in the bay area that the thought of leaving loomed like an awkward conversation you don’t really want to have. But Saturday came and I was excited as ever.
150 interviews, 4 tacos and 1 commercial later, here I am on my flight back home. The bay area. Sometimes saying that feels like an out of body experience, because I’m really coming to love it and, well, saying I live in the bay area makes me feel cool. Walking home from Trader Joe’s, limited on purchases to as many as I can carry, also makes me feel cool.
So enjoy the next few blog posts about San Diego. And please, never call it Diego. Unless you’re selling crappy tacos with bland enchilada sauce, then I guess you can do whatever you’d like.
(photo credit: Natalie Webb and “Year Round Playground” print)