wanderlust

(from Californian Academy of Sciences — we’re underwater. And my legs are um, missing)

It’s been three weeks since our trip to San Francisco, and I haven’t been able to get the city out of my head. How can I even begin to describe it? To experience the Pride Parade, in all it’s Lady Gaga-blasting, no pants wearing, rainbow flag-waving glory? Or the exact colour of the late afternoon light in Golden Gate Park? The food — Oh my god the food. Croque Madames and hand tossed pizza and gelato affogato, alongside Ivan’s cheeseburger grand tour. Freshly roasted coffee and banana nutella crepes?! I could have eaten forever and ever Amen. 

I think I really did leave my heart in San Fransisco. Who knew that it was possible to fall in love, in only a week?

Before I got around to unpacking my suitcase, I had already started brainstorming for our next big adventure. But where? And when?