Despite yet another dizzying plane ride that crisscrossed the country, it only took a moment to know exactly where my feet were planted. The mild spring like air, the scent of Cherry blossoms in full bloom, and the faint tang of fresh ocean brine, told me I was back on the west coast. 

What a feeling of home! 

It had been just over two years since I had been in San Francisco, and my one and only prior time was for one quick night in a hostel en route to San Diego during a road trip. So I’d either forgotten or never really experienced the especial dynamic beauty and energy of this city. It was a wonderful mosaic of expression, color, music, character and health that seemed to be a perfect cocktail mix containing ingredients of LA, New York and Seattle, yet with that dash of something uniquely its own, too. To many, San Francisco epitomizes that west coast dream, and I can understand why.

The lush, steep, green hills, the panoramic views, the colorfully eclectic mix of Victorian and modern architecture, the welcoming ethnic embrace, and so much more,  make it a city worth traversing. 

 “It’s an odd thing,” said Oscar Wilde, “but anyone who disappears is said to be seen at San Francisco.” I can think of far worse things than to be seen, if only for a few days, as part of the immense heart and thrum of this beautiful city.

The Gold Rush may have ended some time ago but pulling up to the Rosewood Hotel on Sand Hill near the Silicon Valley, was a rush all the same. It reminded me of how much I love the deal. California red wine mixed with denim and blazers, I am reminded that even the venture capitalists of this part of world embrace the entrepreneurial spirit. 

Blessings both bestowed and taken.

I think in the future all my “California Dreaming’ will be sung to Judy Garland’s vivacious anthem ‘San Francisco’: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSr47vIUz94