So we made it to San Francisco.
I’m here with my parents for a 5-day road trip down the coast, but like most of our attempts to arrange anything, it was up in the air until the last minute. I was always under the vague impression that my family was the planning type, but I don’t know where I got that from.
In any case – I got a huge kick out of my dad getting a huge kick out of Virgin America (“there’s mood lighting! And you can order food FROM THE T.V.!”) And we made it to the bright, airy terminal at SFO around 1 p.m. Pacific time.
I instantly got the huge, silly grin on my face that I’ve dubbed “the West Coast grin.” To my mother’s dismay, there’s something about this side of the country puts me in an inexplicably good mood. She’s said more than once that she refuses to move me in to any apartment further west than Washington, D.C.
But I digress. Upon arrival, we stuffed our faces with sushi and cupcakes and walked around Union Square (they’ve got a laughable skating rink in the middle of it — sorry, but the East coast wins on the charming-integration-of-ice-into-urban-landscapes). We checked in, I read SF weekly, and then we took the cable car up Nob hill to peek into all the sweet houses, which is one of my weird favorite pass times. We played in the labyrinth at Grace Cathedral and got dinner at a cozy Italian place (a “real local place,” as dad says).
We’re now fighting off jet lag in our hotel room. We’re headed to Alcatraz and City Lights and some other cool must-sees tomorrow. I’ll let you know how it goes!
Love + fog.
