Living in San Diego, I sleep with the windows open year around. The weather is that wonderful. BUUUT, San Francisco definitely isn’t San Diego. Sleeping up in the attic was cold. I was given 2 space heaters. I turned them both on. After about 30 minutes, they warmed up the room just right though!
After waking up and getting ready it was time to hit the town. I walked to the bus stop, hoped on a bus, and made it to downtown without any wrong turns. Yay! I like when that happens. One can be picky in choosing a coffee joint in San Fran. Well, they do have 3-4 of them on every block. I really want to try ALL of them. On that same note, I don’t want to be acting like some of the crazy homeless people. I had a guy who was following me(not literally following me, just walking behind me) who would just let out this giant yell every now and then. I actually passed him a couple times. I tend to walk in circles when taking photos of cities. Every time I passed him, he was all smiles. I thought it was the oddest thing! Back to the coffee, I am going to limit myself to 2 a day, and see where that gets me. Plus, I cant really afford more than that. I found ‘Chocolates Café’ and they were having a special on drinks. Buy a drink and get a Swiss chocolate square for free. Why not? In a week when I’m asking why I gained 10 llbs even though I walked all over SF, I’m going to reply, ‘Why not?’
Because Patricia is so wonderful, she found some archy nerds for me to talk to. I got to talk to some of the people from Mithun Architecture firm. Its based out of Seattle, but they have a branch in San Francisco! They are a true green firm, not like those firms who have done one green part of one small project and its their claim to fame. But, a real green firm. I have to specify, because right now it is all the hype to call yourself ‘Green’. Next year it will be blue… but still you get the point.
They were all wonderful to talk to. And they all had great ideas for me. I talked to Katherine, Patricia’s friend, from the firm most of the time. We went out to lunch together. She was really sweet for taking so much time out of her busy day to talk to me. She wanted to get me to talk to one architect in particular, but he was very busy today. I might be able to sneak in a meeting with him on Friday. fingers are crossed After the meet and greet, I walked down to Market One. They were having an AutoDesk exhibit showing off all their fancy things you can make with buying one of their overpriced software. It was pretty cool. Cars to intricate architecture models, benches to intense Lego builds, they had it all!
It was time to get some more pictures in before the sun went down. I headed up to Fisherman’s Warf. I wanted to see how ‘Disney Land’ it really was. Its pretty much disneylandafied. Yep, had to make up a word for how much of a tourist trap it was. I was surprised to find the local environments around existed. But, enough about my thesis.
It was time to go to Ghirardelli Square. I remember as a kid, I LOVED having a square dedicated to chocolate. Can you tell my chocolate addiction shifted to coffee? Sunshine Brothers (look them up on iTunes, they are quite good) were playing in the square. I bought a CD, and met the lead singer, Omar. He was just in San Diego, playing in North Park. Must have missed him! Technically they are a reggae band, but in the square they were playing a lot of acoustic type songs that I enjoy. Plus it was the first time hearing ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’ without it giving me a headache.
By this time, my phone was dying, feet were tired, and my purse weighed 10 llbs heavier than when I left this morning. I started to walk crooked. Hopped on a bus and 20 minutes later I was up in the attic. J
After an hour of rest, Clair and I decided to hit Japan town. She showed me all around. We drank Japanese sodas with marbles in them! An odd, sugary experience, but an experience non-the less. Good night San Francisco!
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.