Summer Chills

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Mark Twain once said, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco," which certainly explains why I've been weighed down by over sized sweaters and coats my entire trip. This afternoon we headed over to Tiburon, a town just North of San Francisco to have lunch at Guaymas. After we shared a platter of sopes, quesadillas, tomalitas, chalupas and garnacha, we walked along the water's edge where across the Bay, you could barely make out the city through the dense fog. We then drove up to the Headlands (the area right above the Golden Gate Bridge), and despite the drastic temperature drop, I never get sick of seeing the city from such a beautiful angle.