There’s a small possibility I might not go back to Chicago after all. While you’ve been having 100+ degree heat and torrential downpours all week, I’ve been hanging out in the South Bay, just about 35 minutes(ish) outside of San Francisco. Aside from being able to wear a three-quarter length shirt, fashion scarf, and no socks 365 days a year, there are also a plethora of Starbucks around here. This one is in Palo Alto, and I visited here while checking out the farmers market in town. My long-time friend Terri fled from Chicago winters a little over two years ago and hasn’t looked back. After spending a day here, I don’t blame her.
Especially convenient to this particular Starbucks photo is the firework-esque mural behind me… because that’s about as patriotic as I get. So Happy Independence Day, because our freedom and the state of Capitalism in our country has afforded me the privilege of visiting this, my 29th Starbucks around the World.