Walk along Crissy Field | I live
In such a sunny day like today, you can not really something that you do not wish to walk along the water. Such as myself can afford almost every day when three years ago has become my new home in San Francisco: the Reddingovim Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay in the ears and the wind in your hair. Most with Running shoes, wasaga beach sometimes on foot, but this time on the bike and camera in hand. In anticipation of the "big" tsunami. Maybe someone else remembers ...?
A friend of mine told about the City of superlatives. Excited I was not disappointed, even though I have experienced through wasaga beach their eyes and a completely different story. The first half of residence - that part of the winter and early spring wasaga beach - I spent on this end, and slowed thinking, doing all the things for which the past seven years there was no time. And this is where I found my inspiration, often draw on today. I do not believe that the neighbor's grass is greener, but sometimes it's worth a peek into it!
Therefore, today I walk by Crissy Field, the story is very special: from eroded and completely abandoned the area, which has left an American military aviation, as originally established by the volunteers. Sand dunes and the promenade was renovated in cash patrons, spouses Haas.
This coastal area that stretches from the marina all the way to the famous GGja, now serves as a recreation area for local residents, as well as a small natural habitat provides habitat of countless plant and animal species. The most notable, of course (as always) human. In the morning, nannies or mothers with children, dog walkers, tourists and local strollers, car park is full of cars with people who were brought to lunch with a view. Kopa, of course, no one. In the afternoon, runners, riders and tourists. Romance for all who love the wind.
But this is only one piece of a big city and vibrate quite differently than the other quarters. Each of them weave their own story. About many of you have heard anything or even experienced. Many too many of them for once. Therefore, be right back. One way or another: live or just to visit, to say anything.
Fresh Praholovci from the imaginary world 11 February, 2014 under her roof window 6 February, wasaga beach 2014 The urban jungle: green, which I love crispy 27 January, 2014 News: The Kingdom of Tonga and property tax 14 January, 2014 Pre-festive joy 16 December, 2013
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In such a sunny day like today, you can not really something that you do not wish to walk along the water. Such as myself can afford almost every day when three years ago has become my new home in San Francisco: the Reddingovim Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay in the ears and the wind in your hair. Most with Running shoes, wasaga beach sometimes on foot, but this time on the bike and camera in hand. In anticipation of the "big" tsunami. Maybe someone else remembers ...?
A friend of mine told about the City of superlatives. Excited I was not disappointed, even though I have experienced through wasaga beach their eyes and a completely different story. The first half of residence - that part of the winter and early spring wasaga beach - I spent on this end, and slowed thinking, doing all the things for which the past seven years there was no time. And this is where I found my inspiration, often draw on today. I do not believe that the neighbor's grass is greener, but sometimes it's worth a peek into it!
Therefore, today I walk by Crissy Field, the story is very special: from eroded and completely abandoned the area, which has left an American military aviation, as originally established by the volunteers. Sand dunes and the promenade was renovated in cash patrons, spouses Haas.
This coastal area that stretches from the marina all the way to the famous GGja, now serves as a recreation area for local residents, as well as a small natural habitat provides habitat of countless plant and animal species. The most notable, of course (as always) human. In the morning, nannies or mothers with children, dog walkers, tourists and local strollers, car park is full of cars with people who were brought to lunch with a view. Kopa, of course, no one. In the afternoon, runners, riders and tourists. Romance for all who love the wind.
But this is only one piece of a big city and vibrate quite differently than the other quarters. Each of them weave their own story. About many of you have heard anything or even experienced. Many too many of them for once. Therefore, be right back. One way or another: live or just to visit, to say anything.
Fresh Praholovci from the imaginary world 11 February, 2014 under her roof window 6 February, wasaga beach 2014 The urban jungle: green, which I love crispy 27 January, 2014 News: The Kingdom of Tonga and property tax 14 January, 2014 Pre-festive joy 16 December, 2013
Sorry, your blog Can not share posts by email.
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