I've been to San Francisco many times in my life but it's never once felt so dreamy. I don't think it has anything to do with the city though. I think it's the Italian in my ears and the opportunity to re connect with family. It's the dream of introducing my daughters to a beautiful language and culture that I dreamed of sharing with them before they even existed. It's showing them my heart in the sound of rolling r's and shoulder shrugs. It's the human connection that transcends all language barriers and translations and reminds me that we are more alike than we think, just perfectly imperfect beings looking for adventure, seeking togetherness and longing for nothing more than to love and be loved.