san francisco

When I was little I used to have bad dreams about the hills of San Francisco even though I had only visited a few times. Now, living in close proximity I still get the heebie-jeebies every time we drive over, or even walk across them.  I feel like this painting, The Hill by Wayne Thiebaud perfectly captures their severity.

On a less fearful note, I am trying to find the best Japanese restaurant in San Francisco for our fancy fancy Valentine's Day meal...mmm.