San Francisco: Day Three
Today (which was really two days ago. The internet doesn't grow on trees, you know.) was yet another wonderful day and began with a drive to a local bakery. We would've eaten the delicious breakfast that our hotel so graciously gives for free, but they so graciously ran out of food before we got there. And we would've walked to the bakery, but we had decided that walking was overrated. We would later change our minds.
We bought our food and walked a block over to a park to eat it. I must say, that bakery makes the best freaking blueberry muffins I have every tasted. The pigeons must have known what I was eating because they were ganging up to take over my tasty morning treat. Anyway, even though I didn't care enough to take a picture or to remember the name of the establishment, I would still like to say thank you for feeding me such delicious baked goods. I will never forget you...okay that was probably stretching it, but I won't forget you anytime soon.
We knew we had an appointment at a studio at 3:00, so we decided to finally visit Golden Gate Bridge before 3:00. I don't know if any of you have had the same experience, but it was incredible to look out over the bay from the lookout point and see everything.
Then Érico had the idea to walk across the bridge. He said he had always wanted to. I had never given thought to walking across Golden Gate. Brazilian, American. Potato, Potato. So we walked across. All the way to a gift shop happily stationed on the other side. They sell shirts that read, "I walked the Golden Gate Bridge" like it is an attraction at an amusement park. Big deal. It's only about 1.5 miles. I want the shirt that reads, "I walked everywhere in San Francisco instead of driving and now I can't fit into my jeans anymore." And it could have a picture of my mammoth legs. Or something like that.
After walking back across and paying the $5 toll to drive back into San Francisco, we made a stop at the Palace of Fine Arts, which is one of the most mystic places I've seen here. I mean, it looks like it was constructed centuries ago. I'm anxious to hear if anyone of you knows what it is for and how it was transported from ancient Rome to San Francisco. Regardless, it is a very serene place that we kind of lost time in; we had to high-tail it out of there to make it to our appointment.
The appointment went well, once again, and afterwards we decided to "eat." I use quotation marks only because I have somewhat forgotten what "eat" is. I have a newfound meaning for "walk" though.
And that's pretty much where our day ended. We went out later that night for pizza, but we were exhausted, so we drove. I think the parking spaces on the side of the road are more like an art exhibit: a permanent installment of various cars. On second thought, maybe we should've walked. On third thought, no.
We were up and down those roads for quite some time before we finally found a vacant space. We were suspicious at first (a vacant space?! Is this reserved for a mob boss?), but quickly gave in to its alluring comfort.
Our time in San Francisco was something I won't forget any time soon, mostly because of my developed legs. After all of the miles we walked in the city, needless to say, I slept like a well-fed baby.
We bought our food and walked a block over to a park to eat it. I must say, that bakery makes the best freaking blueberry muffins I have every tasted. The pigeons must have known what I was eating because they were ganging up to take over my tasty morning treat. Anyway, even though I didn't care enough to take a picture or to remember the name of the establishment, I would still like to say thank you for feeding me such delicious baked goods. I will never forget you...okay that was probably stretching it, but I won't forget you anytime soon.
We knew we had an appointment at a studio at 3:00, so we decided to finally visit Golden Gate Bridge before 3:00. I don't know if any of you have had the same experience, but it was incredible to look out over the bay from the lookout point and see everything.
Then Érico had the idea to walk across the bridge. He said he had always wanted to. I had never given thought to walking across Golden Gate. Brazilian, American. Potato, Potato. So we walked across. All the way to a gift shop happily stationed on the other side. They sell shirts that read, "I walked the Golden Gate Bridge" like it is an attraction at an amusement park. Big deal. It's only about 1.5 miles. I want the shirt that reads, "I walked everywhere in San Francisco instead of driving and now I can't fit into my jeans anymore." And it could have a picture of my mammoth legs. Or something like that.
After walking back across and paying the $5 toll to drive back into San Francisco, we made a stop at the Palace of Fine Arts, which is one of the most mystic places I've seen here. I mean, it looks like it was constructed centuries ago. I'm anxious to hear if anyone of you knows what it is for and how it was transported from ancient Rome to San Francisco. Regardless, it is a very serene place that we kind of lost time in; we had to high-tail it out of there to make it to our appointment.
The appointment went well, once again, and afterwards we decided to "eat." I use quotation marks only because I have somewhat forgotten what "eat" is. I have a newfound meaning for "walk" though.
And that's pretty much where our day ended. We went out later that night for pizza, but we were exhausted, so we drove. I think the parking spaces on the side of the road are more like an art exhibit: a permanent installment of various cars. On second thought, maybe we should've walked. On third thought, no.
We were up and down those roads for quite some time before we finally found a vacant space. We were suspicious at first (a vacant space?! Is this reserved for a mob boss?), but quickly gave in to its alluring comfort.
Our time in San Francisco was something I won't forget any time soon, mostly because of my developed legs. After all of the miles we walked in the city, needless to say, I slept like a well-fed baby.
posted by Jeff at 9:35 AM
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my comment can be found here.
that's bloody brilliant!
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