Good thing my pajamas are yoga pants and a scoop neck t-shirt cause this morning I ran out bare foot with wild bed head to snap photos of sunshine! flowers! rooftops and Alcatraz!
Seriously, I can see the island of Alcatraz from the doorstep of the apartment we have rented for this week.*
That's right-- Saturday I ditched the snowy tundra and caught a flight to San Francisco, baby. My niece Lauren and I are here for seven days of fun and exploration and so far . . a bit overwhelming-- the streets are FLIPPING STEEP, but so much to share-- more soon.
*okay, I might be wrong and it may not be Alcatraz-- but I think it is-- are there other rocky islands floating out there?