When you go on vacation to San Francisco, you spell it with many more i’s than usual.
And indeed, that’s what I have done. I just got home from ten days of visiting my brother and going to my friend Laurel’s wedding. We’ll save the wedding for another post.
Besides scrubbing my brother’s filthy bathtub before resigning myself to showering in it, the early days of my séjour in the Bay Area involved hanging out with Laurel, Ed, and their friends.
After Laurel and Ed left on their honeymoon, I spent a few days exploring SF on my own while my brother worked.
My last day on my own, I went to Alcatraz. It cost $30, but I thought it was worth it. The weather was beautiful that afternoon, and the boat ride across the Bay gave beautiful views of the city. Once at the island, there were more glorious views of the city and the Bay to be had.
My brother was free over the weekend to hang out, so we started by going out to Muir Woods, including massive traffic over the Golden Gate Bridge.
Sunday afternoon we went to the beach, which was fairly empty because it was overcast, but I didn’t mind. We saw some wacky wind-blown trees and I drank a lemonade while Liam had a Lagunita IPA.
For now I am happy to be home and clean and in my own bed. This trip back seemed more exhausting than ever, which I guess is normal, considering I usually am coming back from Texas and not California. In fact I got to discover a new airport this time—Newark International. That was exciting probably only for my Foursquare account. But the super fast 6.5-hour transatlantic flight was a bit of a shock. Where was my sleeping time?? As usual I’ve arrived home pretty much wiped out.
Many thanks to my brother for this trip, and to Laurel for being the impetus! More on that to come!