valentine weekend, or 'Gal'entine, as my friend jane put it, in san francisco + sebastopol was a blast. more plans to go back in the coming months and i get so excited at just the thought of it!
i always get super excited when i think about visiting norcal again, particularly when there's a three-day weekend, or any longer than two-day weekends really... this past weekend was mlk's birthday and i so wanted to and had plans of visiting. alas, friends' schedules couldn't be aligned, so i stayed home and organized more things around my new apartment and did some more yoga. did i mention i now live in my very own studio? after so many years of sharing living space with other people, there's no other liberating feeling than to have your own space. i walk around naked if that gives you a clear definition of "liberating." i do for me and no one else. i'm enjoying this quite well...
(i'm trying to revive the gifted plants above due to being neglected from having moved twice in five months and taking care of some business. no excuses, i know. i have three more that i need to save and so many more i want to get to put around the studio.)
so, norcal. i know i often stress how much i miss it, so i try to visit as much as i can, only because there are friends that live there that i treasure greatly. and mostly because nature is so beautiful up there. i daydream often when i'm at work, sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen, how nice it would be to be hiking up a mountain, even as cold as it could be, to just feel that kind of air hit your skin, enter your lungs, and become one with it. sounds dramatic i know, but i dream it all the time. it's a feeling. it's a feeling.
come february, i will be in you, norcal, for a sweet valentine visit! i can't wait to be one with you again.
a weekend trip to point reyes meant taking a quick stop to tomales bay oyster company and hauling your picnic over to tomales bay state park to shuck the oysters! i've not eaten so many different oysters in one day that, i think after my sixth one, i was done, but i kept eating them. heh. when am i soon going to get another opportunity like this was the reasoning behind it. i also learned to shuck the oysters that day. there was no blood and i did not hurt myself.
the smaller oysters are my favorite. the bigger ones were kinda hard to take. i think it's the texture. there really isn't that much flavor, but so, so great with lemon, truffle oil, and tabasco sauce.
looking forward to the next one...
i long for days like these... to be elsewhere.