San Francisco Bay
The two of us napped on the sand at Chrissy Field. We were surrounded by all the magical goodness you could want from life: deliciously fine sand, the sun beating down, a cool ocean breeze and an abundance of happy dogs out with their owners. The Golden Gate Bridge watched over us, quietly counting the many hearts that people have left in this city over the years.
We were hella tired. Second day of our vacation and we had stupidly believed we could make it into Mama’s for brunch if we woke up early enough. We woke up late, we ate elsewhere and now we were full of breakfast eggs and in a walking food coma.
On our way from Chrissy Field to Haight-Ashbury, we drove down Divisidero and I immediately noticed the iconic San Francisco homes. In particular, I couldn’t help but remember Ingrid Michaelson searching for the Full House house and Wikipedia soon told me that we were only about a mile away from the house they feature on the intro credits.
Mind you, I checked on YouTube after I got back and they show the front of the house for less than a second.
From what little I saw of San Francisco, it was a great city. There was something very grounding about walking around Chinatown on a Saturday morning and seeing all the old people shuffle about the markets, clutching their pink shopping bags. It wouldn’t be a bad way to live out my golden years.
We also saw quite a bit of Berkeley but there’s not too much to say about it except that it’s obviously a very youthful place and I was pleasantly surprised by the good food. Not a tourist destination, but really just a stroll down memory lane for her.
