California, here I come.

Yesterday I went to San Francisco to have lunch with my friend Michelle. She's like the city's best PR agent, telling me how she never has to drive anywhere, how she buys her produce fresh like two blocks from her apartment, even showing me the world's cheapest spices. We ate at a place where I could indulge my dietary neuroses, getting an egg-whites-only omelet with just spinach and mushrooms, at 3 in the afternoon no less.

I had borrowed my dad's camera, so on the way out of the city, I took the Golden Gate Bridge so I could take some pictures. I sometimes forget how freakin' gorgeous this area is. There's so much to explore, and I've gotten stuck in the "It'll always be there; I'll go next weekend" mentality. But no more! Here are couple of my takes:

I also found out that sometimes a wrong turn can yield awesome results:

What the hell is this doing around children?!