I’m a winter baby who constantly craves the sun–I would like to think it is my Mexican and Puerto Rican blood that has made me this way. Winter is cool until New Years and I can deal with most of January, but by February I have complete Winter Madness. Before you’re like, “You’re from Chicago, you should be use to winter,” I’m not. I would like to meet the person who can deal with blizzards and below zero temperatures until March.
Last February, I was going completely mad and booked a trip to L.A. for the weekend. According to my Timehop I was in LA this week, last year! This year my winter madness came at the beginning of January and I knew it was going to be a long ass three months if I didn’t have the warmth of the sun on my skin. One of my good friends from high school, Heather,* moved to San Francisco two years ago and after walking to work during arctic temperatures, I pulled out my laptop and booked my flight to see her.
The weeks prior to visiting Heather I was kind of in a weird slump. Spending the week with her and in San Francisco definitely rejuvenated in my mind, body and soul in a way that I couldn’t imagine. Every day was an adventure and being around her work ethic was the inspiration I needed for when I returned to Chicago.
Here is our fab week in pictures:
Thursday: I swear I can write love songs about Thursday, February 12, 2015.
We started the day working and then headed to Delores Park to catch some rays. I fell in love with this Frenchie:
Heather was amazed by how warm it was and really wanted to take advantage of the weather. We walked back to her apartment and decided to bike 6 miles through Golden Gate Park to Ocean Beach. My goodness, Golden Gate Park was BEAUTIFUL. It even smelled great. Then we reached the ocean and I was confused as to how my family decided to settle in Chicago.
We then biked back to her place and cleaned up for an event that her friend was hosting at TopShelf Style.
The day was not over. We then met with another one of Heather’s friends, Kate, and went to Mission Cliffs, an indoor climbing wall. At this point I was dying–I worked out more that day than my entire life.
Friday: After waking up sore, but still happy, we decided to drive to Stinson Beach, a small beach town outside of San Fran.
Saturday and Sunday: I spent the weekend in L.A., where it was even warmer. I partied Saturday night in Hollywood and went to quite possibly one of the coolest bars, No Vacancy, and spent most of Sunday wishing I didn’t have so many of their delicious cocktails.
Monday: My last day in San Fran. I explored The Mission and Valencia Street, then cried about my departure home.
*Heather is an artist living and working in San Fran. Be sure to check out her work and learn about her upcoming exhibitions here!