That's pretty much what I think every time I see the Golden Gate bridge. Sometimes I'll just see it in the distance as I'm running errands about town, sometimes I'll stop and really look when I have a good view.
I was pulling onto the bridge the other day with my new friend Jane and I asked her if I'll ever stop feeling amazed by it. She lived in SF for four years and has just returned for her husband's fellowship (he and Steve are in the same program), and she said that she's never gotten over the sight.
Then, we found that the museum were taking the kiddos to was at the foot of the bridge in Sausalito. I was amazed all over again.
Can you blame me?
No comments:
Post a Comment