San Fran
Andrea Young I never get migraines. On the rare occasion I do it is from something very obvious like long hours of reading in a car or due to illness. Never would I have imagined a migraine to hit while on a vacation in San Francisco. Sitting in a small restaurant in the heart of China Town, I look over at William and say, “We are going to have to go back to the hotel and rest for a while before we go out. I feel like I need to rest.” He looked over at my sympathetically and said that would be fine and if I needed any Advil he had taken some sample packs from the last hotel we stayed in, and had put them in my backpack.