San Francisco

Johnny mid-swing on the cable car while singing "I Left My Heart In San Francisco" for a group of Asian tourists.

China town ~ I look very American

So Johnny and I decided to randomly hop on a plane one Saturday morning and fly to San Francisco for the afternoon. And don't worry, we woke up at 8:00 a.m. and the plane took off at 8:45 a.m., but thanks to Johnny's mad (but very safe, mom, if you're reading this) driving skills, we made it.

Upon arriving in the foggy city we set off for House of Nanking, a local Chinese restaurant that is all the rave, and honestly, the real reason why we flew hundreds of miles across the country: food of course! So it was amazing. We handed our menus back to the little old Chinese man and told him to order for us. He nodded in his great wisdom and proceeded to feed us the best food that has ever been cooked in a wak. Seriously.

We then ran around the city like mad trying to see whatever we could in the few hours we had left before our plane back to Salt Lake left. It was a crazy day, the most fun we've had in our few weeks of marriage!