Okay, okay. Yes. Juno, yes. East Coast friends - my sincerest apologies. But this post is nothing if not "West Coast Best Coast" propaganda at its purest. It's a testament to 75 degree winters, to sunshine and rainbows and unicorns and cakes baked out of smiles.
A couple of weekends ago, I headed on over to Half Moon Bay on a mini-adventure with some of the friends I studied abroad in Oxford with. I love this batch of people. I think in some way, you're drawn towards creating new adventures with those whom you've already experienced some pretty stellar memories. This day was filled with "remember whens" - but surely, on our next outing, those "remember whens" will be about wandering down Main Street to pick up AMAZING sandwiches from San Benito's, hot cocoas from the corner market, Quinn up and chasing seagulls away from our food, road rage, road karma, naps and walks under the sun, and texting tempting Kinder Bueno photos to our friends who couldn't make it. HA HA LOOK, EUROPEAN CHOCOLATE SUCKAS.
Before heading home, we made a pitstop at Bare Bowls, the new acai bowl place on University Avenue, mason jars and muesli and wheatgrass and casual checkers and all. Borrowing from my friend Chandler Bing, could this post BE any more Californian?!
Okay, I'm outtie. But East Coasters - you have Shake Shack and for that, you win forever and always.