The  GPS in our car takes us from Mayacama to San Francisco via another bridge. This time around we’re crossing the Bay Bridge:  San Francisco is an extremely photogenic city. Very little rivals the sight of the city rising beyond the foot of the bridge, dizzying my vision with a slew of Victorian homes and skyscrapers jockeying for …
Has Anyone Seen My Brain?
 Remember when I took you to Harry’s Bar in Venice for a peach bellini? There is something so delectable to me when the bubbly is magically wedded to anything fruity. From the way it shimmers in the glass to the first linger in my mouth, champagne simply delights all my senses.  I know full well what it’s doing as the alcohol works its …
Crack Addict
 I stand retracted. I soooo need the internet. How did I ever live without it before? I’ve tried everything, including sitting as close to the nearby casita as possible–without those people calling security on me that is–to hopefully latch on to their connection. I’ve even considered driving around the golf cart with the MacBook on my lap to see if I could score a hit …
Freakin’ Maya Whatta!
 When I left you yesterday, I was heading for my supersized bubble bath to chill out. But what really happens is this. I get in my casita and suddenly a second wind kicks in, like after a good run. In fact, I feel a little spastic. So I boot up my laptop in order to download the pictures/videos I’m about …
Unplugged in Mayacama
  I blow through San Francisco this morning yet still manage to pick up a Prada sweater and JPG tank at Saks.  There’s not a lot of traffic in the store as I think buyers are still waiting for the next round of markdowns. Because we are short on time, I only get to cover a couple of floors and …