A vibrant, diverse and consuming metropolis that beckons to me each time I visit it. I love San Francisco, I really do. I wanted to spend the first day of 2014 watching the daybreak at the twin peaks. However, as always, the plan never materialised as the new year’s eve was spent in inebriation which made it impossible to think of anything else but sleep. On the brighter side, I walked at the park near the Grace Cathedral to redeem myself for the previous night’s excesses, bought myself Slyvia Plath’s Bell Jar and and a vintage book on the history of Paris before settling for some quiet time at a cafe on Mission street. A pot of loose tea later, we walked to the Dolores Park where marijuana seemed ubiquitous. It’s amusing that that thing is smoked so freely in this part of America. The park is really beautiful and apparently everyone seemed to share my opinion—the weather was lovely and most of San Francisco (well, obvious exaggeration) was gallivanting in the park. A bit of hike later I spotted the cutest little thing ever—a vintage fiat 500! The first day of the year wasn’t bad after all! To end it with much grace, we ate Korean BBQ and the most delectable dessert ever—bread, butter with a generous serving of honey and ice cream. Reeking of Korean food from head to toe I walked into the comfort of my hotel room and called it a day. Not bad me thinks.