If my mental map was right, we were heading down to Fisherman's Wharf.
You never know how a horse will pull until you hook him up to a heavy load.
You don't have to cook fancy or complicated masterpieces - just good food from fresh ingredients.
I kept talking. "Listen -- this is some kind of misunderstanding.
Things are only impossible until they're not.
Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.
I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.