Last Thursday I left to see my Grandparents in Cali on a jet plane …

Six hours later, I arrived in San Francisco in the rain.

Down the Crookedest Street we went …

We worked up an appetite after our steep decent.

We headed to Ghirardelli Square for some sweet treats.

I felt like I was Veruca in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory … eets.

We indulged in some hot chocolate and ice cream — how fun!

My mornings consisted of of many long runs.

On St. Patrick’s Day my cousin and I headed to see the parade on the SF streets.

We threw back a few beers in a sea of green and listened to some beats (rough).

The next morning we went to the most adorable breakfast spot.

And nursed our hangovers with egg whites, fruit, toast and LOVED it a whole lot.

The trip may have lasted only a few short days, but that’s alright with me.

Because it’s weekends like this that make me re-realize there’s nothing better than family.

Maybe I’ll write all my posts in rhyme from now on?

… OK, maybe not.