I know I haven’t been on a trip in a while. I don’t count going home to Bakersfield, as traveling. So this is the first trip I’ve taken in a while.
I needed to go to San Francisco for my thesis project. So, I flew into San Francisco in the wee hours of the morning. It was a short flight about an hour and fifteen minutes. We landed in SFO by 11:20 am. Ready to start my day in beautiful San Francisco! Getting off the plane the pilot says, “The weather in San Francisco is the same as in San Diego.” He said it with this, ‘Need Not Worry’ tone. Burrrrrrr. He lied to me! I got outside to get on the BART only to be freezing without my coat. Keep in mind I live in San Diego, where the weather is an average of 72 degrees year around. Year around we don’t have seasons; we have highs and lows in one day.
Off the BART I decided to hoof it to my place of stay. It was only a little bit more than a mile. I am staying with friends of the family. We are almost family; I’ve known them my entire life. They live in this old Victorian, which I’m already in love with. They have given me a place to stay in the attic. I find it really cool! Others might find it creepy. But I think it is amazing!
Patricia showed me around all day, well what was left of the day. We went grocery shopping. Who doesn’t love a good San Francisco market?? That would be nobody. She also treated me to lunch at this cute French bistro of sorts. Coffee was a must. Then it was off to Chrissy Park. Chrissy Park is a small beach on the North Side of San Francisco where joggers, dog walkers, and people out for a stroll go to walk by the Golden Gate Bridge. It is so beautiful here!
Clair, Patricia’s oldest, got out of school and we were all hanging out. I worked on school stuff (I know boring) as Clair did her homework. It was a pretty mellow night. Mark, Patricia’s husband, talked to me for awhile about my school project. He was supper helpful and informative! It was great talking to him.
…I know, I know! Not my best photography. But, you do what you can with the tools ya got. Tomorrow Ill lug around my real camera! Promise!
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.