So we spent some time in San Francisco. Windy, chilly, hilly, amazing San Francisco. Except for our second day there, which wasn’t so chilly but was still windy, hilly and amazing. This was the day we (and several million of our closest friends and fellow tourists) headed to Fisherman’s Wharf. We also walked up and down Nob Hill, including famous Lombard Street.
A big highlight of our time in SF was our visit to Alcatraz. (Note – this extremely popular excursion must be booked about a month ahead of time. There is just no effing way to simply show up at the ticket booth and do it on that same day. Or that same week. Good thing I do research before I go somewhere.)
But it was totally worth it. I mean, how often do you get to see the inside of a real prison (hopefully, never, but maybe I don’t know you all that well after all?)? Alcatraz was closed down in 1962, and parts of it are pretty dilapidated and scary-looking now. The self-guided audio tour is wonderful and I highly recommend it.
We stayed in a lovely little motel near SF’s Presidio, which is near the Golden Gate Bridge. We actually had a New York-style apartment, with a separate kitchen (which of course we didn’t use. Like I’m going to cook on vacation! Ha!) The building was constructed in 1939, so it probably WAS apartments back then. There was a cobble-stone courtyard full of flowers and our car was parked in a garage right underneath our upstairs room. The garage arrangement is typical of much of San Francisco. The cobblestone courtyard may not be.
We did a bunch of other stuff too, as we were there for four whole days. We did a lot of eating. And drinking. And some more eating. And some more drinking. We ended up in a lot of local restaurants and bars, where we were the only tourists, simply because of where our motel was located, which was in an area not especially touristy. We met many, many awesome and friendly people, many of whom were quite happy to tell us all about their city – and ask us all about our Canadian health care system. It seems that many Americans have that on their minds right now.
Yes, Pinklea and PG were the quintessential ambassadors for Canada. I just hope we got all our facts straight – we WERE drinking, after all!