There’s not much that will get me out of bed before 7 AM
other than food, or more specifically, a market. Growing up in San Francisco,
from the age of 10 onwards, I would religiously get up in the wee Saturday
hours to drive down with my mom and neighbor to snag a prime parking spot and
the best stuff that the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market had to offer. Besides that, and
maybe some early morning plane flights, I wouldn’t be caught dead waking up
before the break of day, especially on the weekends.