Here's a Valentine's Idea for the gents living in California: take your sweetie to Mendocino!
Mendocino's roughly four hours north of San Francisco on the 101. If you have a bit more time and would rather a more adventurous and scenic drive, take the Pacific Coast Highway instead.
I was all ready to move to Los Angeles.
I'll be honest, Los Angeles wasn't always on my I Want To Live There List.
Most New Yorkers who see LA don't like it. And I was no different. "It's too spread out; everything's so far away," us New Yorkers say. Our spoiled sense of convenience isn't served by LA's congested freeways.
I feel a great unity with my fellow Earth residents. Because on every continent, in every country, within every city, there is an asshole.
It's the Great Unifier. Truly.
They may speak a different language. They may eat different foods. But they are assholes just the same.
And so she said Yes.
It was right after a weekend at the Carnevale in Venice.
A romantic weekend like that is just the perfect magnifying glass under the sun. I found a kind of blinding focus that I wouldn't have noticed so easily amongst the cloudy clutter of London.
"Three? You mean three? Three million. It's three million lira," Jo gasped. "That's… fifteen thousand dollars Mike."
Alfredo smiled and repeated his words in Italian again. Jo turned to me and translated, "Quality. This is quality." She nodded in unison with him.
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"If you don't have your health, you have nothing."
I now know how utterly meaningful that old cliche is.
I have been having the worst bout of luck in the health department since I've been overseas. Holy guacamole it's been bad.
First I'm hit with bronchitis. Then some flu. Now I've got Who-Knows-What.
A tear trickled down her eye. Her voice, full of sadness, vibrated with an enchanting Portuguese melody.
I noticed a tear from Raquel's Mom too.
"Yu Americans 'tink dat ze French only drink wine an' eat cheese, oui?"
We stared blankly at the couple sitting next to us. They smiled warmly back at us.
"Burger King? Don't eat that capitalistic carbohydrate-infested crap."
"So I don't suppose you'd want to do Pizza Hut either, huh?" I asked, looking at the Pizza Hut next to Burger King.
"No way! Are you crazy? We're in London; stay away from that American trash."
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA