My dear San Francisco

I do love San Francisco. Seriously, I think I have fallen in love with this city. Well, it would not be the first time, but with San Francisco it’ is different: it’s been a slow and long falling in love. It’s not been so easy, like with Paris, or quick like London. It needed time, time to  elaborate the different opportunities, the beautiful landscapes and the tasty restaurtants the city had to offer.


“If you’re going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair”. This lovely song by Scott McKenzie is totally right: if San Francisco were a person, she would be a bohemian-hippie girl. I’m totally sure of that! The atmosphere in the city is relaxed and almost out of the world. C’mon guys, we are in California, where the sun never stops shining. Well, in SF is not always like this: the weather is weird because it never gets too hot or too cold and when it rains, it rains a lot. But fortunately most of the time the sun is up in the sky and I love it!

I learnt to appreciate the sunshine on the skyline of the city, I learnt to listen to people and to talk to them randomly, without an apparent reason, I learnt that beauty really exists and that a beach can be very long and sandy and soft.

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For me San Francisco means freedom and happiness, contrasts and improvement. You can find everything you need in the city, live how you want without being judged and hoping for a better future. San Francisco is not only a city, but also a state of mind, which reminds you that life is always beautiful.



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