Guest Blogger by my husband, Geary.
It didn’t dawn on me that we finally arrived in California until we hit the city limits of South San Francisco. Seeing the huge “The Industrial City” sign and all these houses on hills was astonishing. I thought,
Then we drove further through and a life long dream finally became reality as I glimpsed the top of the Golden Gate Bridge. I was giddy on the inside yet playing it cool on the outside, I kept thinking of the opening sequence to the 90’s show Full House. In my mind I was screaming, “Oh My God, I’m here! I should of brought my leather jacket.” and “I wonder what house Caesar(Planet of the Apes) lived in? Rise of the Planet of the Apes!! Maybe I can hang from a tree or something for a really cool pic.”
The weather was by far a shock from the Florida humidity. 40’s then 70’s, windy yet sunny. We were very prepared for this weather, actually welcoming it. We wore comfortable layers of clothing as not to disrupt us from walking up and downhill and driving for long periods of time in the city and what not.
- Calvin Klein Boots
- J. Crew Slim Pants
- J. Crew Cotton Flannel
- V Neck T shirt
- Superman Faux Glasses Hot Topic
- Captain America Watch Wal Mart
- Gideon Hamel Goorin Fedora
- Fingertip less gloves Wal Mart
- J Crew Necktie
- Tie Clip
- Buddha Bracelet
- Organic Ear Plugs
- Black ripped tights
- Boots from ebay
- Forever 21 ripped shirt
- Leather jacket
- forever 21 mens beanie
- Walmart chain punk braclet
- D&G purse
My only piece of advice for new travelers is know where you are going and have a solid game plan. Never living in Cali, and Arianne only visiting San Fran once left our plan full of blotches and holes, a messy travesty. The first being the drive from Rohnert Park to San Francisco. We thought maybe an hour to two hours we were told. It turned into three to four hours as we passed through Oakland in bumper to bumper traffic and reentered San Fransisco from behind. My thoughts while traveling,
“So, where we going first?” “First we need to find somewhere to park and I want to take you to China District, Goorin Hat Shop, Golden Gate Bridge, the Parks, Coit Tower and whatever else we can do before we leave to San Diego. Maybe the pier?”
Our conversations drove in circles as much as I did driving around town. Slowly I grew angrier and angrier. You won’t like me when I’m angry and in a Hyundai Accent driving on foreign land on foreign hills with no sense of direction. But atlas with a quick decision she guided me to the San Francisco Recreation and Parks. My treat was being off road. Instantaneously, I reverted to Bruce Banner. The scene was calming. The view wonderful. The people…well tourist and residents. It is always nice to see history and this was one great piece of history I was glad to admire. And just a little walk away we could once again see My bridge, the Golden Gate Bridge. No signs of Magneto or Phoenix, thank goodness.
The remainder of the trip I would find myself dwelling back on San Francisco. As we only breezed through it. I saw enough to want to return. Return with a better plan and a couple more days to truly enjoy the treasures that we found. I understood that it wasn’t as bad to navigate around once we had a solid plan. Plus there was two other Goorin Hat Shops I wanted to visit that I didn’t. I realized the rivalry between North California and South California and I gotta admit I need another crack at Northern California. Maybe just the Bay area, maybe just California in general. I’ll stay clear of the wine tasting, but I need to taste the West Coast again.
Inside Palace of Fine Arts building
The Parks and Beach that was walking (Thank, God!) distance from Palace of fine arts in the Marina District.
As if walking up hills wasn’t enough, my husband found this to do pull-ups on.
..And so the up hill and down hill driving continues. The quest for Goorin Bros led us to Coit tower and scary death-defying parking skills by my husband.
Making it to Goorin Bros Hat shop was like introducing a toddler princess to Disney World- all though, I have to say he kept his cool.
The blob behind us, was Alcatraz. All that we experience was worth what felt like frost bites from the biting chill at Pier 39.