When I awoke in San Francisco last Friday, I looked across to see Jeniqua sitting on her bed, madly tapping at her iPhone with what seemed an incomprehensible – and near demonic – amount of energy and glee for that hour of the morning.
The reason for Jeniqua’s energy quickly became apparent, though, as she admitted to having already walked to Blue Bottle for an early morning coffee. Luckily for me, she was not averse to heading straight back again, this time with me for company.
I have to say this: Blue Bottle Coffee made the best soy cappuccino I’ve ever had in my life. Ever. (And I’ve had my fair share of soy coffees.) It was creamy, thick-frothy, nutty, somehow a little sweet despite having no sugar, and rich in coffee depth without a trace of bitterness. I could’ve sipped that creation forever.
Jeniqua’s espresso and muffin went down a treat too.
Suitable fortified on stupendous caffeine, Jeniqua and I braced ourselves against San Francisco’s chilly (well, chillier than I’ve become used to and have the clothes for) weather and headed out for a day of shopping and exploring.
As my soul was still feeling a little wobbly, I pounced on the opportunity in Sephora to paint every single one of my nails a different colour of glitter polish (the plain colours on the right hand? Jeniqua did those. I would’ve put glitter everywhere. EVERYWHERE.)
For the rest of the day, whenever I felt a bit sad, I’d look down at my hands and watch them sparkle in the sunlight. It helped. (Even though I probably looked like a cross between a five-year-old and a cheap hooker.)
Another aspect of our San Francisco day that created joy and wonderment was finding homemade (store-made?) ice cream on the street corner we’d been unceremoniously dumped by a trolley driver.
Lookee how happy Jeniqua is! Jeniqua, in turn, makes me happy, for heart-friends are a magical thing indeed. Particularly heart-friends who share scoops of coconut and chocolate peanut butter ice cream.
After wandering up, down, and around San Francisco’s hilly streets all day, Jeniqua came up with the magical idea of creating a Whole Foods picnic for dinner in our hostel room. Let’s leave aside the part where we were so delirious with tiredness that our intended fifteen minutes of grocery shopping turned into forty-five minutes of aimless grocery wandering, and also the part where we almost convinced each other to justify getting a taxi rather than walking the twelve minutes back to our hostel (we didn’t, thank heavens for our dignity), and instead focus on my Haul Of Whole Foods Awesomeness.
This little piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home…
But lo! What is Jeniqua doing?
No, seriously, why is she dismantling the furniture after screeching around the room for ten minutes making banging noises?
S’all good, s’all good. Nothing to see here. A girl simply must find a way to open her cider after nine straight hours of walking around, is all.
I, on the other hand, needed me an entire block of restorative dark chocolate. Gee willies this Chuao Chocolatier Salted Chocolate Crunch was incredible. So, so, so ridiculously good. It was absolutely chockers with tiny crunchy salted panko breadcrumbs and the bar tasted like toffee, like toast, like praline, like heaven, like obsession, like salty-sweet-rich-chocolate-brownie-the-top-of-a-crème-brulee deliciousness.
Please, sir, can I have some more?
And with that, Jeniqua and I fell into our hostel beds with happy tummies and happy hearts, closing out our night with whispers and plans for our trip into the glorious mountains the next day.