A/N: Once again, Hanna Montana's point of view.
Disclaimer: The same one I've been writing since I started this story.
North Beach
I was going to pack my sunscreen and sunglasses, but apparently, North Beach isn't actually a beach anymore.
Once upon a time, there was sand here, but it was built upon just after the Gold Rush. Now, it's a great place to find all sorts of Italian things, including great restaurants, coffe shops and a deli or ten.
Perhaps I'll grab a slice of pizza while I'm here.
A/N: I wouldn't mind if someone liked to read and review my story.