California in October
Having spent many a cold summer in San Francisco, fall was always the most welcome season – there were the Blue Angels during Fleet Week to introduce that it was indeed fall, as there was hardly any trees changing leaf color and it would warm all of a sudden because Indian Summer always comes to the Bay Area in October.
Driving around the Embarcadero yesterday you’d never know this country was, had been, is in a recession because there are people everywhere doing stuff – running, biking, dining, walking, drinking, going here to there with quite a hustle bustle going on. People in the midst of the commerce of life with drive and determination.
I know why New Orleans is my home – because it is peaceful and slow-paced and it is humid. I grew up in the tropics – in New Orleans and Managua and San Salvador and Panama and Puerto Rico. It is that pace, that soul that sings to me.
But even with dry lips and my face already pruned from the desert dryness here – I have to admit after all the California bashing I have done over the past twenty years, San Francisco and up to Napa and into the Alexander Valley is a quite remarkably stunning place with ample beautiful people, cars, houses, restaurants and bars, and vistas galore.
If you are headed to Northern California, make October your time frame.