Musings while I walk to my coffee shop

There is a coffee shop on 26th and Geary called the "Enchanted Cafe." I found it my first week here in San Francisco. The outside of it looks somewhat sketch... or at the very least nothing special but when you walk in you are greated by a friendly Russian girl and an older Asian woman. Neither speak much English so ordering is always an excitement. The first time I went in there was a man painting a French cafe scene on the back wall- immediately I knew it was the place for me. I sat down in a corner table next to the window and noticed that all of the tables seemed to be corner tables. Perhaps another reason why I love this place? Out the window i could see Trader Sams Cocktails- a bar that always seems to be open even though it is currently 11:21 am. Just a ways down from Trader Sams is the Russian Holy Virgin Cathedral. It looks so out of place next to the plain brown apartment building next to it and the bar and falafel places down the street from it, and yet it fits in perfectly. This is San Francisco afterall and here in the Richmond area there is the most interesting mix of Russians, Asians, Indians, and then a slight sprinkling of "Americans"- with me being the token blonde. Brunette is the way to go in Nor Cal.
You can find any type of food you want in this city. Craving Indian, Greek, Thai, Cantonese, Japonese, Mongolian, Burmese, Peruvian, Ethiopian, Russian, Vietnemese, Korean, Turkish? oh yea, we got that. We even have fast food, (although you have to look hard for it).
All of these wonderful things surrounding my secret coffee shop. How could I not love it? It is afterall...Enchanted.

Future Topics for Discussion

Sven the Garden Gnome

Unnamed lightning bug from Australia

Windmill

Russian Bakery on Geary

Enchanted Coffee Shop

The Lonely Sea Lion

Always Copying my Sister

well here I am. A self professed "creative" writer and the only thing I've written lately is my daily journals for my internship (which are hardly able to contain imaginative wording). Today I was reading my sisters food blog (Taste and See) and I was struck by the wonderful way in which I could almost taste the food she was describing- and then I realized I haven't actually enjoyed writing anything since my freshman year of college.

I can vividly remember calling out to my roommate to read a sentence or paragraph that I thought was exceptionally good and later beaming with pride with I handed my paper into a fellow classmate for proofreading. I'm not sure what happened in that summer between freshman and sophomore year but I can tell you this: I became a writing drone. I only wrote to complete assignments. I lost the urge to delight my reader.

I shall take it no more! Gone are my highschool Xanga days, gone are all of my two-week attempts at keeping a steady journal, gone are the days of "I've got to remember to write that down."

I've "come to anew!"- to borrow a line from Ever After. I will not let the wonderful things I've seen and heard pass by without record. I will no longer forget to write down the ideas for children's books that pop into my head at the oddest moments. And last, but not least. My parents will finally know what is going on in my life!

Hold me to it all! -we'll see how long it lasts