Francisco: The Journey into Destiny"
The Natural Café
On the way 2 San Francisco, Paul suggested
that we stop by The Natural Café in Goleta, California (Santa Barbara).
Paul met this former student @ The Brooks Institute of Photography & she filled his
head with all kinds of cool stories from her days as a waitress @ The Natural Café.
Talk about a sales pitch, this girl went on & on about The Natural Café, which
gave me the illusion of a paradise not found. From the gorgeous down 2 earth
waitresses, 2 the Avocado burger that Paul must try. Evidentially, this place had it
all. Upon our arrival, we had high expectations the second we stepped foot into the
establishment. Paul analyzed the menu. Bobbi scoped out the area, while I checked
out the waitresses.
It isnt that often that a placed, event or person completely matches up 2 its
reputation. However, when it came time 4 The Natural Café 2 have its moment of
judgment, surprisingly, it passed with flying colours.
Bobbi, our New Zealand buddy & tour guide into San Francisco, opened
up a discussion about a restaurant scene in a particular romantic comedy/thriller/drama.
Bobbi & I decided 2 act out the hilarious scene as Paul, the director, would
call cut 2 tell us what we were doing wrong. I think Paul was about 2 fire me when
this waitress steps up 2 the plate.
So, which one of you were referred 2 us?
Pauls response came in pure delight,
with an accent so smooth, that I am beginning 2 wonder if Ill have that same glow,
when The PHOTOhype Project goes 2 Europe. Paul charmed his way right into
this girls heart & in the eyes of a pro, she blushed right into oblivion.
A small sparkle of a diamond ring glared into Pauls face. A hidden remark was
clearly announced & on our way out, we passed a jar, which read:
Good tippers make good lovers
Jeepers, never knew I was such a great
The Post St. Posse...
It was a little past nightfall, when we arrived into a city like no other town or county
in the state of California. So, this is San Francisco
thought. Our first stop was at the home
of a group of Gen-Xers known as The Post St. Posse.
There, Bobbi introduced Paul & I 2 her long time friend, Sandi
& the rest of their roommates who make up The Post St. Posse. Sandi passed a little love 2 both Paul
& I - it was only a hug & a warm kiss.
"That's where the bond was made..."
2 the atmosphere lived inside of a hostel environment; The Post St. Posse didnt
create any barriers 4 Paul & I 2 climb over. That night, we all went 2 this far out house party (DJ, dancing, the whole nine yards),
which carried on until the break of dawn.
4am - Paul & I struggled 2 locate The Green
Tortoise Hostel, as the streets of San Francisco look very similar in the dead of
night. We took a left & a right. Another left followed another right & another
right meant that we were lost. Up & down the hills we went. A turn here & a turn
there. Suddenly, we stumbled
across a dark & eerie street of dim lit lights & steamed gushing
potholes. Immediately, a shot came into focus, but the battery life on The Super Flash 2000 was
absolutely dry. 3 shots remained on my roll of Fiji film & Paul was tired, cold &
surely not ready 2 become immortalized