Mom, hear me out. I met up with someone from the Internet...
... and looky, I wasn't kidnapped! Far from it, actually. Helene (I'm sure you know her already!) and I have known each other for a couple of years now thanks to this crazy little blog universe, and I reckon that I know more about her life than some of my own IRL friends'. Mind-boggling, right? Or should I say, mind-bloggling?
Okay, I'll stop. It's late and my mind's gone cuckoo, apparently.
Anywhoodles, Helene was in town for a hot second last week, and I couldn't let her slip away without giving her a hug in person! Bright and early on Friday, I raced the sun over to Helene's hotel, fetched her sweet soul, and then together we ventured over to Mr. Holmes Bakehouse, an Instagram icon that I felt was best experienced with an Instagram star in tow.
We took our time photographing every inch of the bakery (oh, to be hanging out with another blogger!), and then on tiptoes, inspected every enticing pastry. Eventually, we settled on sharing a ham & cheese croissant, a kouign amman, and my personal favorite - a pear cream-filled, sugar-dusted donut!
10/10 would recommend, folks. These baked goods are beyond, which is quite the dangerous fact as I can see myself Ubering over for a sweet treat much too often now.
How cute is Helene?!
She's just as genuine and bubbly and blog-savvy as she comes across on her blog (and Instagram and Snapchat and Twitter and... and, that's as much as I can handle keeping up with at this point #InternetDinosaur).
I always find it so refreshing having the opportunity to spent time with fellow bloggers - sometimes, I feel like I'm living a double life, and each time I've met up with a blogger in real life (hi Jordyn and Kelly!), my love for this community gets validated a smidge more. Chatting about other blogger friends, discussing the quickly evolving world of social media, getting deep into SEO and photography and platforms ... I emerge from these conversations feeling newly inspired and motivated and all, blogging's the BEST EVER!
After stuffing ourselves silly with buttery croissants, Helene and I made our way over to the Golden Gate Bridge, who was acting quite shy and hiding behind low-hanging fog.
But you know, it made a beautiful scene, regardless. Very on brand, as Helene joked.
Deciding that we might as well make it a true San Francisco morning tour, we headed first to Ghirardelli Square (as the sun chose to make an appearance!),
then cruised along the water from Fisherman's Wharf where we watched as the bakers at Boudin shape sourdough into teddy bears and turtles,
to the charming Pier 39, our final destination.
Most of the sea lions were laying low, but the ones who were out were sunbathing and playfully making conversation with the crowd. At this point, the sun was out in full force, the water in the bay was gleaming, and San Francisco really started showing off. So rare to have such a warm day during our delightfully strange Indian summer!