My dear friend and "spiritual advisor", Father Marty Peter, arrived in San Francisco early this evening. I am an absolutely dreadful driver, as many of you can testify, and I was not looking forward the drive to the city during rush hour. All was humming along until I got on the Golden Gate bridge my eyes were feasting on Sausalito on one side and that magnificent "city by the bay" on the other side. I was just mesmerized by all of the beauty in front of and on each side of me. I really needed someone else to drive so I could lap up all there was to see. A few irate drivers honked and shook their pinkies at me. I have no idea why all the fury...it's very difficult to stay in your lane when there is so much to take in. After I paid the toll, I was looking for the 280 merge, but was also looking at a stunning view of the bay. The bay view won out and I missed my merge and ended up at Fisherman's Wharf.
Three lovely San Franciscans, at different times and in different places graciously guided me to the airport. I will skip most of the gory details, except to tell you that San Franciscan #1 spoke very little English, but carefully crafted the directions to the airport for me. I am certain that they were stellar directions, but I could not read his handwriting very well. He was so proud of his good deed that did not have it in me to ask him to rewrite the directions legibly. With a big "mucho gratious", off I went, to stalk my next direction's victim. San Franciscan #2 was in her seventies, being pulled along the street by a four month old Golden Retriever pup. You might be thinking, how do I know all these things about this lady? Well, my curiosity does not go dormant just because I am asking directions from a total stranger. As she was giving me directions, after our five minute discussion on the pros and cons of training a new puppy, I was on my way....at least I hoped so. As I got tangled in the rush hour traffic, I lost my confidence that I was going the right way. So, I rolled down my window and voila, San Franciscan #3. I pleaded to this gorgeous, movie star handsome young man in his twenties "Can you help me get to the airport" and he said with a big smile, just like in the movies, " Follow me, I'll take you there." And off we went. When I eventually saw the airport ahead, I gave him a big honk and a wave. I even blew him a kiss for good measure and got a good shot of his escort Audi below.
Marty safely arrived and headed back to Sonoma for some good wine, some meaningful conversations and perhaps, a little direction!
Off Sonoma wine country tomorrow!
Perfect! xoxo
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