Granted, a lot of people have noticed this before : there’s no place like California.
I’m just back east from an irreproachable few weeks on the west coast, all filled up in heart and energy and vim. All properly reconnected, eyeballs to eyeballs. I walked all the streets I could, soaked all the sunshine, sliced and sampled and stirred and relished the food, sipped the beers and the coffees, and had the best damn visit I could fit into the number of seconds between my cross-continental flights. There is so much to learn everywhere in the world, there are so many beautiful places, so many activities, and so many cultures, but my concept of San Francisco has become a different beast. Its beauty is not based on place or experience or culture or even – I’m going to make a crazy statement – the food. It’s based on the people.
To quote a Canadian, “Don’t you think your friends are the best people in the world?”