Dang. I didn't think I would be scrambling this much to find a decent minute for blog dedication. Alas, things never turn out the way you expect, eh?
So, here I am...in San Francisco.
I realized a few days ago that I've paid at least one visit per year to San Francisco since 2004. I am fortunate enough to have a wonderful long-time friend that lives in this city who has opened her home to me on numerous occasions. She is Tennille and she is a gem.
I was thinking back to last year - exactly one year ago today - when I was on my way out of Los Angeles moving to Portland for the first time. There were so many unknowns. I had just split up with my boyfriend who I had been living with in L.A., heading to Living Light Culinary Institute to learn about raw vegan culinary arts, following dreams of backyard gardens, clean air, and one day opening a vegan restaurant. Those goals still make up the foundation of my dreams today, although, they're now a bit zestier - the garden morphed into a farm, the air is even purer, and the vegan restaurant will be a comfy little music lounge. It's amazing to think how much has happened over the past 12 months. My hair went from black to blonde and back to my natural auburn-brown color. I crossed paths with a lovely soul named Evan Wilson, my current boyfriend, travel companion, employer, and inspiration. I grew a psuedo-garden (we tried), breathed the beautiful Portland air, and got a job at an all-organic vegan restaurant. Once again, things did not turn out the way I had imagined, but they worked out for the best, in my opinion.
Anyway, 12 months ago today, I found myself in San Francisco visiting Tennille - seeking temporary solace as I traversed the volatile San Pedro fault up to Fort Bragg where, unbeknownst to me, I was about to have one of the most amazing experiences of my life.
*Read more about my experience in Fort Bragg at the incredible Living Light Culinary Institute here.
*Learn more about Living Light Culinary Institute here.
So I will start at the beginning:
I quit my job at Papa G's Vegan Organic Deli and moved out of my Portland, Oregon apartment on January 24th, 2009. I have embarked on an amazing world journey with my ambitious and delicious boyfriend, Evan. Our collective mission is to experience different cultures and heighten our spiritual awareness while working together to develop his translation business, Alter-Eco Translations. The next year of my life, I imagine, will be quite the experience and I plan to document our travels as we go along. My personal goal for this journey is to discover the fruits, vegetables, herbs and spices native to the regions we explore and to discuss the challenges I am faced with as a raw foodist traveling through the U.S. and abroad.
I left Portland on the 24th of December and kicked off the tour in Pompano Beach, Florida where I spent 10 days basking in the glow of my Dad's side of the family - parents, siblings (in-laws) aunts, uncles, cousins, and most dynamic of all - Grandma (she's a firecracker these days).
When I travel via airplane, I always make sure I am fully stocked with quality raw food because we all know the crap fast-food chains and over-priced food carts one finds at the airport. This is especially important traveling over the winter holidays when delays, cancelations, and long lines inevitably come into play. Exhibit A is a series of photos displaying the items I packed in my bag for the long, cross-country flight.
*note: We made the earliest possible reservation. The restaurant soon filled up. Almost every table was occupied.
4th Generation Organic Market
75 SE 3rd Street Boca Raton, Florida.
More on this topic and the different types of raw food diets in a future post!