Venice was everything the hippie in me could have ever wanted. Rows upon rows of chic, one-of-a-kind shops and restaurants, incredibly laid-back people, and street-art galore.
I’m a dreamer. My head and heart are all to often up in the clouds. I try to hold fast to these dreams, but eventually reality sets in.
Bright and early on the morning after my 23rd birthday in SF, my friend Shelby and I decided to take a day trip to Yosemite National Park.
I walked into Vesuvio that day feeling the sting of my birthday weighing heavily on my conscience.