San Francisco, CA

San Francisco was quite possibly the dreamiest solo trip I’ve ever taken. I hopped a bus from Sacramento to SF, with a playlist queued up and absolutely no plans. I hiked along the coast near the Golden Gate Bridge, reconnected with a dear old friend over a fancy French dinner, took the train across the Bay and stayed at the most wonderful plant-filled Airbnb in Berkeley. There I climbed up a rock formation just down the path from where I was staying to look over the Bay. I fell in love with the Mission District’s salsa dancing on street corners and vegan earl-grey ice cream, and made a friend at an art boutique down the street. If it wasn’t so dang expensive, I’d live here in a heartbeat.