A street named after me? WOW!
Before my trip to San Francisco, I had heard a lot about it's beauty and elegance. The French nature of it and the architecture that speaks of times past. I read a writing by Mick Sinclair and he says that " A city is how we encounter it - both in terms of our lives in it and how we come to know it."
At a glance, San Francisco is an overwhelming city for a first time visitor: the city is so compact together that it would take more than a week to go through it to feel comfortable.
People who come from a fast paced city/lifestyle might disagree with me but remember I'm from Tucson; we do not have the human traffic nor the car traffic to threaten anyone. The buildings in Tucson are so sparsely placed that San Francisco looks like they need more room to expand. I found myself wondering if an organized bus tour would have done me more justice, but then I had my friend Joe accompanying me and he so wanted me to believe he was conversant with San Francisco. Not the case I found out, he remembered quite a bit and was able to get us around fairly well, Kudos to him, I still think we could have done better on a tour bus. Perhaps my expectations were too high and since he is not the seasoned traveler, he may not have understood my need to venture and emerse myself in the bay area. I should love to return when I have more time, for now I can not complain too much.
The Crookedest Street in SF.
To begin with my plan was to visit three main attractions and then the rest would come in line.
First I wanted to go to Alcatraz, second was the Golden Gate Bridge and third was time at the Fisherman's wharf. Once these three items were off my list I thought then I would be game for anything else. But as always, plans never fall in place when I travel as part of . . . well I saw much of teh city on the last day as we tried to find our way out of the city. After packing our bags and checking out of the hotel, Joe wanted to show me what is popularly refered to as the crookedest street in the nation, I do not understand why they call it crooked because it is perfectly winding in smooth curves. It was planned and the curves almost look symetrical. When we arrived at Lombard street I was taken by surprise at how beautifully flowered and well kept it was. On each side are beautiful victorian homes and below the city lines and the bay. We drove down the street and packed our rental car where everyone seemed to have packed across, took some photos and headed on to the church that I had wanted to visit since the first day.
Prayer Candles inside the church at the altar
At the Coit Tower
The church was more personal than anything else, I desperately wanted to light a candle for my Mum who is very ill at the moment, a prayer and atonment to stand in the gap for her. everyday I asked Joe to stop by a church if he saw one (well he drove all the way and much of the time we were in SF): even though we ent by many churches, we had not found time to stop at any. The night prior however, Joe had decided to walk from the Wharf to the Church, upon returning to the hotel, he told me he had lit a cndle for my Mum, I was so grateful. I however wanted to go to Church too: this was Sunday when he finally decided we would stop by the church after visiting Lombard street. Being a sunday, there was mass going on and we could not do the touristy thing - taking photos and admiring the architecture, nonetheless I bougt a candle for $3.
00 and said a prayer for my Mum. That was done and I felt better. Outside the church, the chinese were meditating and Joe wanted to join them, but everythign they were saying was in Chinese.
A view of the city from the elevator of the St. Francis Hotel
Next stop was the Coit Tower: The Coit tower I understand was built from a donation intended to beautify the city. It was early and the tower was not yet opened to visitors, we visited around the tower grounds which are meticulously maintained. We managed to see the designated Coit Tower shutle bus: I was impressed with the efficiency of everything, reminded me of Germany and the bus as well as underground system especially around Alexander Platz.
Once we had satified my curiosity with the coit tower, Joe was eager to surprise me: this surprise apparently had waited all weekend because he had wanted to show it to me in the night.
We finally headed towards the hotels where the surprise was to be. One of San Francisco's tallest hotel towers with an open glass lift that gives you the best view of San Francisco . . . I could feel the fear in my guts and my heart racing up the lift as we went higher and higher. I snapped quick pictures as the lift moved up and finally cam to a stand still. As you know, what goes up must come down - this is where I thought my life had come to an end. The drop was so fast that I felt dizzy and my heart could hardly contain the pace and drop that I had to seat down and and clasp on the window rail to steady myself, omg I should never do that again for as long as I live: the photographs were great though.
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