I'm a BadAss. I Play the Tambourine.

After the clogging the toilet incident (it cannot just be me, I've used toilets before!), we set off for the most beautiful and amazing trip ever... San Francisco! And what do you have to cross from Marin County to get to The City? Yes!! Golden Gate Bridge! With the weather in the happy side, it looks like this:
I know, right? I mean... I was THERE. I really was. And it's very pretty. The bridge and the surroundings and the breeze and the sun. *sigh*

So for starters, we went to Haight, which is the hippy hipster modern side of The City. Oh, San Francisco, how I haight you.

Our first stop was in the Thai restaurant Siam Lotus. I've never had Thai food before (apart from the Pad Thai in Noodles and Co. Mmmmh.... Noodles...) So Alexandra coerced... I mean... "helped" me to choose Emerald Curry with beef. Something looking like this:

It was delicious. Unfortunately, it was also filling. After the last mouthful came that modorra that just wouldn't go away. Not even with the fantastic second-hand shops with designer clothes and ridiculous prices. Damn you, Spanish origin!

There was something else that made the sleep go away... Hookah! In The Pride of the Mediterranean (which is not a boat). Peach and guava hookah with arabic tea. It was delicious. We had a couple of fun hours just blowing smoke at each other. And by each other I mean Alexandra, Katie, Melanie and Joe. And me. The Breakfast Club. Hah.


And that was all, folks! A bit of walking around, some Urban Outfitters, port, playing doggies and home for more toilet clogging. It's turning into a hobby. Beware.

Fladia Goes to Sausalito.

I want to show you something. Look:


Yes! It is! The Golden Gate Bridge. And what's behind it? Exactly! San Francisco! Isn't it gorgeous? I know... it's foggy. But you can't take the fog out of SF in the same way that you can't take the awesomeness out of SF. Wow. I can't stop looking at it! But no, it's not SanFran day (that will be tomorrow, dios mediante).

That was just a quick stop in the mountains, our final destination was Sausalito. A tiny town overlooking the Bay and San Francisco. And so cute. So European. It was like being in a Northern Catalan seaside town, like Cadaqués, or a nice Northern Spanish town, but with better weather. And it looks like this:


I know, right? That town it's a dream come true. If I ever have a couple of millions to spare, I'll buy a house overlooking that view. For real. On a side note, I heard my first Spanish of this period. Chilean Spanish. Maybe because Sausalito is sisters with Viña del Mar. So nice.

Oh! And I saw some friends of my still-to-be-born beautiful Bruno:
Uggh... SO ugly...!!