Looking out my window generally involves some pinching. I'm enthused to live in San Francisco but I'm even more enthused and in awe of the fact of WHERE we live in San Francisco - mainly because it will likely be a few chapters verses an entire book and I'd like to remember it for what it is. The time we lived about two seconds away from the Golden Gate Bridge. The time in my life where my stupid, basic little eyes looked over to see Gigi (aka GG Bridge as I call her) on a daily basis. It's wonderful. And it is right up there with things I'm refusing to let myself take for granted.
In terms of geography, our neighborhood is almost the one closest to her reddish/orangish majesticness. The only other 'hood who has us beat in proximity is the Presidio which I would like to disqualify only because it's not so much a neighborhood as it is a park with some housing but I digress... Technically speaking, the Presidio wins. Other than that, we're as habitationally close as one can be to her. And even so, if you want to shake her hand you still have to trek about two miles. She'll be in your sight the entire time, but you'll be scaling some sand, grass and earth before she's touchable. Designed with long term aesthetics in mind, Gigi is not enshrouded by architecture nor manmade evidentiary fixtures of manifest destiny. Rather, she stands alone nestled against a red hilly backdrop with miles of walkways before her. Like all girls who are worth it, getting close to her takes some effort if you're up for it.
And we always are.
So on a bright sunny Sunday with a saturated sky, Jay, Chandler and I left our house on foot to take her all in.
^The view of the walk - we started at the perimeter there on the right. Is that not just the most gorgeous space?
^#BehindTheInstagram = coercing the dog into my arms
^Gigi looking mighty dang fine.
^If you want to see 7,000 people taking selfies - head right on here.
^We like to psychotically ask him if he realizes how lucky he is to live adjacent to this.
^Mrs. Doubtfire's digs.
^When Chandler is tired, he welcomes Jay holding him and he generally lays his head back and lets his tongue flop out. It always results in smiles from passerbys and pretty solid photo ops.
^Arguably one of the greatest pictures of Chandler ever. We have it framed and hung in our foyer.
^Us in our Sunday garb - me in athletic wear and Jay in his backwards hat. Not our finest time to take pictures.
Funny story about that leash around Jay's neck^. About two weekends prior, Jay took Chandler to the beach for some water frolicking. In order to save his leash from tons of salt water, he simply took it off Chandler and left it up by the sidewalk while they went to play. When he came back, surprise, surprise, it was gone. I am adamantly on guard about theft at all times so I couldn't help but say "I told you so!" in a tone of frustration when he alerted me to its disappearing act. RIP leash we liked. Then on this day as we walked towards the bridge, we found that someone had draped it on a prominent water fountain for the rightful owner to find. We couldn't believe it. So Jay carried it around like that for the rest of the walk and it went right in the washer once we got home. But hey - we have it back.
I've noticed that my blog tends to be very "where I live" focused. Without an agenda in doing so, I've noticed my fondness for discussing my neighborhoods, the places I eat, the things I like to see. Not just in San Francisco but I did the same in our Portland life as well. I guess that's a large part of why I like to blog. But when I spend my day merely walking to something so transcendent, historical and gorgeous- it's hard to think of a reason why I should stop.
Happiest Tuesday to you.