On Monday I set out to explore the city on my own because, as it turns out, even in the casual, laid-back paradise of San Francisco, people have to go to work.
Given my love of bridge walking, the Golden Gate Bridge was the obvious destination. The fog was so thick I was worried I wouldn’t have the best views, or even be able to look up and admire the red cables, but thankfully it cleared up in no time.
My thumb is not obscuring the lens—it’s that pesky fog.
First, I got a little education on the bridge’s history. And I became awfully grateful that I do not work under water in a creepy suit. (Side note: the real world starts for me next week when I begin orientation as a pediatric nurse. I’ll then stop flitting around the country and flopping around the boroughs. Well, I won’t stop, but I’ll cut back).
I was surprised at how low the railing was, allowing unobstructed views of Alcatraz and San Francisco in the distance.
Loving the art deco…Even the boats kept with the color scheme.
After a thirty-minute brisk walk I made it to the other side and joined the groups of tourists clustered around telescopes at a look-out point. There wasn’t much else on the other side besides a bathroom and this charming sailor. Alas, he wasn’t a very chatty fellow. So I marched on back to SF.
With a bit of exercise under my belt, I headed to the Hayes Valley neighborhood for some Smitten ice cream. On the walk over I day dreamed about living in a beautiful San Francisco home and reading in the window seat.
At Smitten there are no waiting tubs of Blue Moon, Mint Chocolate Chip or Bubblegum ice cream. Instead you place your order and they mix up your ingredients right in front of you using liquid nitrogen to freeze it almost instantaneously. As an added bonus the process looks like a mad scientist project (and how fitting for the fog of San Fran). I chose salted caramel and enjoyed my tasty treat while watching the guys make more batches.
On Tuesday I left the house when it was still pitch black; the heavy fog made for quite the spooky walk to the train. Like a real San Francisco native I joined the commuters at the Ferry Building and crossed the bay to Marin County. I spent the day at work with my Aunt Susan, an occupational therapist, who was teaching a high school class for kids with special needs. Meeting the kids and seeing Susan at work was truly a highlight of the trip.
7 a.m. at the Ferry Building. Finally, I don’t understand why the song goes, “For those who come to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair.” Because there are flowers everywhere. No need to bring your own. Their cup runneth over.