I'm visiting my aunt in San Francisco this week for Spring Break in my first "going somewhere warm, actually doing shit for break" Sping Break of my life. It's been great. We drove by the Mint, checked out the Castro, did some shopping and eating at Pancho Villa's, and got the big ass tour of the city.
But the thing I've liked best, besides getting to hang out with my cousin, is smelling the ocean again. I hadn't seen the ocean in a decade before last night, and that salt smell just comes right back to me. Brings back memories. Makes me think that I really want to live somewhere coastal again.