My dose of San Francisco was tiny but strong.
A familiar weakness began to creep up -- (i.e. wanderlust, or in this case, Cali-lust) -- one only a getaway could alleviate. I was cured by my encounter with a city I've wanted to step foot in ever since seeing my mom's post cards from her trip at least 15 years ago. The pesky cold I caught (having sick coworkers throughout the office is just dandy, isn't it?) tried to hold me back, but I'm Rick Ross in these streets when it comes to adventuring through a city. I wasn’t going to let my cold deter me from being the super tourist that mommy dearest has conditioned me to be.