So I don’t really know where I am right now. But that’s okay considering the view is gorgeous, and the weather immaculate. Well, I lie. I am somewhere on the western edge of San Francisco, somewhere near a place called The Presidio. In front of me is a gigantic dome and dozens of Romanesque columns layed out in front of a duck-filled pond; it all doesn’t really fit in the San Francisco aesthetic, but oddly seems to work in this environment. The tourists seem to love it anyway.
I got here today by fulfilling a New Year’s resolution of sorts to myself. I promised myself I would be a tourist in my own city and discover all the great things that SF has to offer. So I started off around 1pm (keep in mind this is the day after New Year’s) and walked to the eight blocks north to Fisherman’s Wharf. I was gunning for some In-N-Out, but I remembered that crab season had just started, so I opted for a tableside crab sandwich with the tourists. But I had already seen this place, so I started off west. A quick view of the art galleries on Beach St. with paintings that I could never afford, and then on further west. There’s one particular bus route that I knew would get me back to the North Beach area, so I traced that bus line, to see where it would take me. I happened through the main retail area of the Marina which reminded me a bunch of Palo Alto. There was even a Mexican restaurant there – Andale – that I have only seen in the Marina and PA. Bleh, I scooted through quickly. I’ll be back to party here eventually. On the horizon I saw the bright orange dome and walked toward it. Beautiful. There’s also something here called the Exploratorium which I will have to visit at a later point. But for now the sun has just gone down over the fake ruins, so I’m afraid it’s time for me to move on.
I’m starting to really love this city and what it has to offer.
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