I meant to go shopping at Santana Row so that I could stop by the cute Japanese store and buy a purple pen and some star paper, but somehow, I found myself in San Francisco instead. Not that I’m complaing, since it had been an entire two weeks since I was last there. We managed to wander around a bit and we consumed some goodies, but being the girl with no sense of direction, we got lost about half a dozen times.

The good news is, I survived the tourist trap that was Fisherman’s Wharf with most of my limbs still relatively intact. The bad news is, my ass hurts a lot, again.