tales of an escapist

  Imagine this: a dreamer like me, navigating the chaotic streets of San Francisco… It just used to be a dream place. It’s like I'd been dropped into the middle of a scene from "On the Wings of Love" (JaDine reunite!), except instead of swooning over Clark, I was busy doing my own thing, as always! Then I was able to navigate SF (Wow! SF!) in a GoCar – those quirky little vehicles that look like they were designed by a mad scientist. It was like being in a real-life Mario Kart race, except instead of throwing banana peels, I was desperately trying to use GPS and find our way. Never did I realize that instead of a controlled route, I was thrown into steering the legal streets of San Francisco! (Yes, with buses and trucks and what-have-you). I later realized “Oh that was why the staff was asking if I ever wanted to purchase an insurance!” I was torn between fun and nerves and trust me, both are next-level thrills! As I embarked on the Alcatraz tour, I couldn't help