My eyebrows are freshly plucked, my suitcase is soon to be packed and my mind is loaded with expectations. S and I are heading over to San Francisco on Friday. The long flight terrifies me as always, and I'm in complete awe of my my best friend and other cabin crew folks like him. I'm the kind of person who always worries whether we'll come out of the heavy turbulence alive or not.But then again, it is a beautiful view up there. I love the fascinating feeling of being suspended in time, knowing that the place you are going to might be a completely different world compared to the one you live your everyday life in. What a transition.
I know that many of my friends here in the blogsphere are from the U.S. and I would love to hear your recommendations for San Francisco if you have some. I'm open for anything, but especially to all kinds of places with beautiful photographic motives. After all, I'm taking with me two very handsome cameras.
