We didn’t make it to San Francisco until the 5th day of our “San Francisco Trip.” I guess we should have called it a Bay Area trip. We had spent the two prior days primarily with his friends, so it was time for major tourist time. A younger version of myself (younger by 6 months or so) would have pushed and made sure we still did tourist things on the visiting days, and would have gotten rid of all of the down time in the apartment, so that we checked everything off our list. But I really have learned something from my husband about appreciating rest, being in the moment, and not trying to take advantage of every moment by doing something every moment, but by just being as well.
We walked 10 miles that day, all over San Francisco, saw just about everything we wanted to see, and daddy carried baby every step of the way. Of course, we sat, and enjoyed the sites, but daddy had her all day. And we didn’t just stay on the tourist path of little hills. We walked straight up a hill that felt steeper than any mountain I have ever climbed, just to get to the top of the crooked street and walk back down.
Anyone who has ever traveled with me knows I just tend to start walking and keep on walking until I’ve seen the entire city. Often I try to go back and map out where we have walked to see how far we have gone, but now in this age of technology, I can just check my phone and it will tell me. Our rarely exercising little soles, carried us 10 miles.
I don’t know if daddy was indulging my desire to just keep walking, or if he didn’t know any better, but we never waited for a cable car or paid for any transportation other than the train into the city. We walked, and walked and walked. My favorite way to see a city.
Without a doubt, Gheradelli’s chocolate shake lived up to all its hype. I’d walk another ten miles for another sip.
Wow! Tonight I was rehearsing our 1992 trip to SF (you, Ryan, and I), telling the 8 littles all the things we visited while there. On our last day there, we had time to kill while waiting for our red-eye flight, and when I asked what you would like to see, you immediately responded, “Chinatown”! (Do you remember the funeral / parade we witnessed while there?) However, I did not see any pictures of Chinatown; did you not make it there?