home.

when the plane descended, mtc said: the nice weather is welcoming us home. that's right. the nice weather IS, indeed. driving around the city late saturday night, i can see the bridge in the far off distance, completely clear and beaming with its brilliance. it felt like the first time i got my glasses, when i could see every line of detail and every contrast of colors even at its distance. it was amazing. of course, i got to visit my favorite place that night: the palace of fine arts. there was a party going on, how great would THAT be, to have a party right inside? this had always been my most romantic place here--the atmosphere is just astounding. no wonder my heart has always been in SF, no wonder.

filling my tummy with some yummy late that night left me feeling completely satisfied. ahh....and then it begins my adventure....