Where do I begin with this blog entry after a weekend of such greatness? If you just want to read about the race then scroll on down otherwise I would like to blab a little about this lovely city.
I Left my Heart in San Francisco
Accustomed to the mild temps here in America’s Finest City I didn’t imagine traveling to northern California in July would come with such chilly winds. Angela and I went straight from the airport to the Mission via the BART to hear Edie Carey, one of our favorite independent artists, sing at Dolores Park Cafe. The moment we stepped off the subway I shivered and dug out my jacket. It felt like San Diego winter. Of course, like always, I felt instantly at home on the sidewalks of San Francisco despite the cold. We saw people riding around on their commuter bikes just like in good old Chicago. I watched a group of girls wearing colorful scarves and hats walking down the street with their embroidered yoga mat bags slung over their shoulders. A line of chatty 20-somethings grew progressively longer outside a homemade ice-cream shop as we sat inside the cafe watching out the window. We ordered sandwiches and a glass of wine as we waited for Edie to begin her set. She performed beautifully as always, but this show was far better than any before. Behind her fog was rolling over the hills as she played her guitar and sang to us with her hauntingly beautiful voice. We were in silent awe of her and the city’s glorious backdrop. At that moment I was feeling nostalgic about city life. For a moment I missed it.
The Expo & “Is that Dean?”