If you're going to San Francisco...
Don't worry about putting flowers in your hair (ha ha ha), just eat all the sourdough bread bowls possible (I'd highly recommend Boudin) and spend an evening walking on the pier with a Ghiradelli hot chocolate.
When in Carmel:
Accept the fact that pictures will not do anything justice. I can't even begin to describe how much I love Carmel. I'd choose Carmel over Balboa Island anyyy day. What I'd like to know is when and how do communities like this just decide they're just going to make everything be as cute and quaint and as darling as possible? Can I join some committee and make this happen somewhere that doesn't cost five million dollars for a down payment? Seriously though. Eating in the little cafe's on Main Street and spending time on the beach at the end of the road convinced me and Max that "this is the place."