So what the heck made us love SF in the first place?

It's a fair question, right? What makes two lifelong New Yorkers decide they're going to up and move to a new city? Well, we took an amazing trip to San Francisco in January of 2006 and we've been in love ever since. Jill went out there for work, and I tagged along, which was great, because on of my best buds, Lucas, has lived out there for a few years.

You know, it's not even that we had always dreamed of going out there or anything like that. It was only once we were there that we knew this place was for us. And even at that, nothing so amazing happened on our trip. We stayed in Nob Hill/Chinatown, walked all around, visited Coit Tower, checked out North Beach and the Mission, hung out with Lucas in Noe Valey, I visited Muir Woods and Berkeley, we spent a great night with one of Jill's work colleagues driving all over the city, we saw Robin Williams's house -- I mean, all fun things, but nothing mind blowing. I think it was more that while there, we didn't feel out of place. We felt like we could just plop down right there and be happy.

Whether it's the cool factor, the climate (I love layers, especially shorts with long-sleeve shirts, which is the SF outfit), the surrounding natural beauty, the freakish hills, the shopping,  I don't know. But whatever mix of elements produces that SF feeling, Jill and I really really like it.

It makes me think of an image I saw recently in a post on our friend Gillian's blog, Ultra Fine Flair:

So, while it can't convey what was so special about that trip, here's a slideshow of our pictures from that trip. At the very least, you can marvel at my longer hair and beardless face!