I guess waking up too early and not being able to fall back asleep is a good time for posting on my blog. I am finally back in Chile. It feels strange, I don't feel as "excited" as maybe I expected to feel. But I do feel completely at ease and at home. Four years hasn't done much to diminish my love for this place. But before I get into all that, I want to take a minute and say a few words about San Francisco. I've barely lived in San Francisco, especially as an adult. But it is in many ways "home" to this wandering girl. I like the art that happens there, the communities that form there, and of course above all, I love the weather. Cold in the morning which warms up to a nice pleasant afternoon and then cool in the evenings. And except for some small rainy seasons, that is basically it all year long.
Before I left, I borrowed my dad's car just before sunrise and took some photos of some of my favorite spots in the city. Here are a few I took of the Castro District. (As you can probably tell, I have a thing for photos in sepia)