This time last week, I had just arrived back in DC (or really Northern Virginia, out in the wilds around Dulles) from a long weekend in San Francisco. I was born in San Francisco, but hadn’t been back since we moved when I was two. When Jami told me she had a work conference in the Bay Area (Sausalito, to be exact), I jumped at the chance to go back to the city of my birth. It was a great trip – we spent two days in the city (staying at the Westin on Market Street, which I can highly recommend for anyone looking for a nice hotel at a reasonable – for San Francisco – price) and then headed over to Sausalito where Jami’s conference was at a super fancy resort.
We took full advantage of our vacationing status over the weekend (“we can do whatever we want, we’re on vacation!”) and ate well and acted like tourists. Of course some of our sightseeing was of more personal interest:
This is the house my family lived in when I was born (and for my first two years before we moved back east). It was a beautiful house, located in the Castro, near a nice park and up a pretty steep hill. And then once you’ve finished pushing that stroller up the hill, my parents still had to tackle those steps. I can’t believe my mom agreed to have a second child (me) knowing that then she would have to get TWO kids up the hill and up those steps, but I’m happy she did. It was neat to have a sense of my first home.
We were supposed to see two friends while in San Francisco – one of Jami’s former coworkers from Reno and one of my former coworkers from the firm I used to work at, but neither visit worked out unfortunately. I hope we’ll be able to reconnect with them some other time in the not too distant future.
This meant I was on my own on Tuesday, when Jami had to head back to work and I decided to ferry back into San Francisco and try to make it to Japanese Tea Garden. I studied the transit brochure I had picked up on the ferry ride over and to my delight managed to figure (and catch) the MUNI bus that would take me from the Ferry terminal to Golden Gate Park (the 21!). I was so happy I made it. It was beautiful and tranquil and everything I hoped for.
Neither of us ever really adjusted to San Francisco time, which actually worked well for adjusting back, but also made for some early mornings. Luckily San Francisco has some great coffee, in addition to their amazing food (and I switched to caffeinated tea for the duration).
This was also our first real vacation together – other than a one night stay at a bed and breakfast for my birthday last year, we’ve only ever taken trips to visit our families. Now it’s nice to visit family (in fact we’ll do it twice more before the end of the year), but we found vacationing to be pretty great and are even more excited to have a honeymoon to look forward to next year.