Rain and Valencia St.

So I am in a window of time spent with my thoughts while walking around. Valencia is a nice street with great architecture and quaint shops. The colors and textures here simply blow me away, and I’m amazed at how much detail goes into every building. The city is like one big piece of artwork that has evolved and transformed with time. Even the graffiti is art, and when it’s not telling a story of beauty it’s speaking the magnitude of pain and upheaval that every city this size feels under the surface. This city explains life in all it’s complexity. It isn’t able to hide the ugly parts like most smaller cities. San Francisco wears it’s heart and everything else on it’s sleeve, enticing everyone that just wants to blend in and yet have their own little place in this masterpiece.

Yesterday was spent with Claire driving a route that covered Pacific Heights, Coit tower, little Italy, Chinatown, Financial District, Union Square, and Castro. Not much time was spent at any place, but the goal was just to observe the different people and landscape. Driving down Lombard was awesome! I am so glad that my mechanic insisted that I replace the brake master cylender... this is not the city to even slightly compromise on anything brake related.
I am currently in a Cafe waiting for the rain and fog to clear so that I can get some good pictures. Before I end this I just have to say that the place I’m staying until I leave ROCKS! It’s the top floor of a home that the church owns, and it’s usually used for visiting missionaries and guests. It has a balcony with stunning views of the city and is the perfect place to relax. I am blessed beyond measure. God is good.