The city of San Francisco. One of the most unique cities in the world.
I walk up on the Haight and smell the foods sizzling on the grills and stoves. Walk on Mission and see the street go on forever. Small businesses everywhere, no matter where you turn. Go to the Excelsior District, and you see me house. Light green, with a large tree covering up the front of the house.
Small bakeries at work, baking goods and making money. My favorite-pan dulce. So fragile but so sweet and soft. Best place is on 24th Street. You could live on that forever. And the smell of tres leches at work, brings back so many memories. I should learn how to make that.
No ancestors or relatives have set foot on this oasis of talent and passion. Always Mexico, or Brazil, or El Salvador is what they talk about. I guess you could say I become friends with knowledge, diversity, and many more.
