with plenty of veggies from the market, fruit, cheese and wine all we really needed for our grilling on the deck dinner party was sausage. so we hiked up steep the ever so steep bernal hill for the evening provisions. so glad we did. the view was amazing the sky was clear, we could see berkely, marin, and beyond. up and over and felt transported to another country, greece or portugal. walked down the main street and i fell in love with the innumerable precious little details, a pink security gate, little laundromat chairs the color of lucque olives, and tiny shops that lined the street. we also found a new favorite bar with succulents growing out of old shoes and typewriters on the back deck, irish lads, and a cue of boys at the pool table. we affectionately call it the cowboy bar and plan to visit soon and often. after a drink at the cowboy bar and groceries in hand we made our way back up and over the hill.
