I sat in the warm sunshine on a gorgeous August day in the
Panhandle park (next to Golden Gate), with a giggly group of quirky, smart,
delightful folks I’d lived with, danced with, dated, hugged, high-fived, ate
with and thoroughly enjoyed. And I was saying goodbye.
Coast Camp at Point Reyes |
Yes, my time in this marvelous place has ended in a messy
(in a good way), sweaty, delicious way, with costumes, colour and laughter,
just as it should. I got to culminate my
last few weeks with a last-minute visit from my giving, warm and wonderful
super close friend Andrea (all the way from Toronto!). We walked the hills,
marched to the Mission and indulged in pirates, art and burritos (which caused
her to request, a short time after, that we find some green space and pass out
for about five minutes. Which we did and
were joined a few tables down by a man with a large shopping cart of bottles
who also felt 3pm is a good time to take a nap in the park), had a 26-hour
ill-prepared but wonderful camping trip to Point Reyes, where in the morning,
we frolicked in the cold waves and strolled the beach which had been touched
only by the cloven hoofs of deer.
She finished her visit in style, when we went out dancing at
Soul Night at the fun Elbo Room, where we were joined by my roommates, all in
some form of costume. We danced and sweated till near collapse, then wandered
home, passing the dollhouse victorian houses and denuded magnolia trees,
through the cool summer fog.
Crisp and crackling - thanks Tartine |
Franticly packing my things while my roommates prepared
themselves for Burning Man, I squeezed in several wonderful visits complete
with an obscene amount of good food.
Buttery, shattering croissant, mac and cheese in Oakland followed by a
tiny concert in an
independent clothing shop in Oakland, and a stunning four-course vegan dinner
at Millenium, one of the finest restaurants in San Francisco.
Mac'n'Cheese as far as the eye can see! |
The Canadian train across Canada |