I LEFT MY HEART IN SAN FRANCISCO !
As usual, our flight was early, but not too early. Dana drove Samantha and me to the airport, where we negotiated security, after checking a bag each and receiving new boarding passes. The flight was uneventful (and probably not as long as this post) and straight through to San Francisco!
After collecting our bags, we went to pick up the car. The abrupt attendant was quite perturbed that we did not buy the added insurance and was quite emphatic about how I must check the car for damage before I left. "That includes the tyres. We are not responsible for a puncture!" I assured him that I would be most diligent in assessing any damage, and left the counter. The booth on the lower floor was manned by two novices, who were not only unfamiliar with the computer system, but apparently unfamiliar with why they were there! A very stressed representative entered the booth, told both of them to 'move', and worked the two computers in front of her. Keys were virtually thrown at those who had hired vehicles, but it was done with such efficiency, no one complained. We found our car, and proceeded to assess the vehicle. There were a lot of scrapes and scratches, which I was sure would not be recorded, but there were also a couple of dents. I walked back to the booth with a list of damages and was told to mark the areas on the sheet I had been given, which I did, making more than a dozen circles depicting the damages. The stressed lady signed my sheet without looking and told me I was good to go. We went. Samantha plugged in the trusty phone so that we could find our way to the hotel. As we left the airport, I mentioned that I had not checked the tyres! However, I was sure that we would notice if there was anything wrong as we made our way to the highway. We knew that we would be arriving at the hotel early but decided to go straight to our temporary home. Samantha plugged in her phone and we proceeded to the route as instructed. We drove out of the airport, on to the freeway, took the exit and headed towards the hotel. After realising that when 'Mrs Lady in the telephone' said "turn left", she did not mean immediately, and after driving around, through and past the airport again, we found a 'street name' sign, hidden behind a variety of obstacles and continued to 'proceed to the route'. We were still early for check in but the nice lady at the desk told us that we could come back at noon when our room would be available. Sitting on the rocks by the bay, and watching the planes land and take off, was perfect. At noon, we checked in and deposited our bags before going exploring. Apart from the obvious attractions in the city, e.g. the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz and the trolley cars, Samantha had a list of places she wished to visit, so we headed towards our first port of call! "Proceed to Union Square", said Mrs Lady in the telephone!
Driving in San Francisco gives a whole new meaning to 'take your life in your hands'. Everyone knows where they are going, and all expect you to know where they are going! Most of the cars appear to be missing the protruding stick emitting from the steering wheel, that goes up and down, and makes the turn signals work! We arrived at our destination, according to Mrs Lady, and attempted to find a parking space. Around we drove, "Turn on to Gary Street" Mrs Lady told us over and over. Gary Street was in fact Geary Street, and we became very familiar with its co-ordinates!
Parking in San Francisco is only for the rich (but not necessarily famous). The car parks charge anything they like, ranging from six dollar an hour up to 'a maximum', which is anything they want to charge! There are meters. However, you cannot park by a red meter as it is for commercial vehicles. A yellow meter is okay if it is not in a commercial zone, and does not have a sign on it saying, 'no parking at anytime', which most do. The grey meters are good between noon and 3pm, but not if there is a red line, or a white line, or a broken line....! After driving round downtown for a long time, and coming to terms with the fact that you just drive, and someone will let you go, or not, I found a car park that said '$10 flat rate until 6pm'. I decided to take a chance and pulled in to the small space, where there was room for about 20 cars, if they are parked very close together! As it was virtually full, I thought it would be safe, or safer than risking a fine or a tow!

After we parked the car, I asked Samantha where we were going.
She wanted to see the 'Full House' programme house, and some houses that were called, 'Painted Ladies' on Alamo Square. My question was, "Why did you put Union Square into the phone?" She did not know! As I had just committed $10 to parking until six, it seemed a bit ridiculous
to leave the area without finding out what was on offer. As we were deciding what to do, we saw a queue for the cable cars. This was on our list of 'things to do', so we joined the line. Cable cars came up the hill and allowed two or three people on at a time, and eventually, after several cars, and many people leaving as they did not want to wait, another car arrived. The family of six behind us decided that as the conductor said 'six only', they would board and not be concerned that there was anyone in front of them, whom had been waiting for a considerable time. Samantha felt my frustration and called, "Come on!" and I followed her lead. Mum and one child, from the said family, had to wait for the next
car! At first I felt slightly
guilty
at splitting
the family but then
all feelings
were eradicated
as I thought, if the father
doesn't
care
if they are not together, why should
it be my concern
!
The cable car arrived at Fisherman's Wharf. Ticking another 'must do' off our list, we alighted, and walked along to the railings, where we saw the infamous Alcatraz prison. Having bought a sandwich from a deli near the car park, on our way to the unscheduled Square, we ate lunch and enjoyed the view, whilst verbalising our plan for the next couple of days. As we were not heading back to Austin until Sunday afternoon, we had two and a half days, plus the rest of the current day, to do all that we wanted. It seemed possible. We strolled the promenade, took pictures, and headed back to the terminus. The conductor on the way down to the Wharf had very kindly waived the fare, as he saw Samantha's disappointment when she could not stand on the outside, as she was pushed out of the way by the father of four. However, I bought two tickets for the way back and we were first on the second car out. I sat down on the side as she held on to the pole and waited for the car to depart. The couple next to us (she sat, he stood) were also 'on vacation' from Austin! It was a different experience sitting on the outside, and travelling at the front. I felt as if I was on a roller coaster, as we climbed hills and hurtled down, stopping at intervals to allow others on, or off. We crossed over Geary Street, and looked at each other, knowing (sort of) where we were. I took a couple of videos, and marveled at the views.
After walking around Union Square, and checking the parking prices in the garage under the Square, which seemed reasonable (for another time) we headed back to where our car had been left. It was all in working order, and we decided that this would be a good place to remember. Our next stop was Lombard Street. I had never heard of the place, but I am told it is famous. "Turn down here", said Samantha. I obeyed the instruction, and turned. Ahead I could see nothing. The street zigzags down a hill that is so steep that if I were to hit the brakes with any force we would go head over heels! I was screaming. I was driving and screaming! With eight sharp bends, this is, apparently, the most crooked street in the world, and was, apparently, made in such a way, because it was too steep to drive down, when first built. In my opinion, it was too steep to drive down, with or without the bends! Finally, arriving at the base, Samantha got out of the car to take some photos from another angle, as I sat with my head in my hands, thankful that I survived the trip! "Next time", said my daughter, as she waited for the colour to return to my face, "We should walk!" I smiled, and wondered why on earth she would consider there would be a 'next time'!

Heading away from downtown, we continued on to Alamo Square, and found the 'Painted Ladies'. We parked the car where the signs
dictated
that we could do so, for two hours
between the hours
of 6pm
and 8pm
, unless
we had a permit
with the letter
'M'
, which we did not. We climbed
another hill, took some photos
of the pretty houses, and asked Mrs Lady which way we should
go to our next
destination. It
was less
than a mile
to the 'Full House' house, so we decided to walk
. Forgetting
that San Francisco is nothing
but hills
, we walked up, and up and up, then
down and up and up! The excitement
on my daughter's
face
, upon
seeing
the 'Full House' house was enough
to make
the hike
worthwhile
, and gave
me the energy
to make
it back to the car, which was now
sandwiched
between many. After maneuvering
the vehicle to and fro, on a hill that would make
Ben
Nevis
swoon
, (and being
thankful
that the car was automatic
!) I managed
to pull
out of the space. The little
light
that ignited
on the dashboard
was less
than comforting
. Although
I was certain
as to its
properties, I asked my co
-pilot
to check the manufacturers
guide
, which was located
in the glove
compartment
. Unfortunately
, I was correct
and we had a tyre
problem
! I was hoping
that it was perhaps
a computer error
, as we had just put a great
amount
of pressure
on the rubber
tubes
attempting
to escape
from the parking space! The light
remained
on as we left our final
destination of the day
, but all wheels
appeared
to have inflated
tyres
, as we drove away
from the house that was used
in the movie
'Mrs Doubtfire'
. With
enough
pictures
to make
an album
, we headed away
from the hills
and back to the flat area around the airport, and our hotel.
It was probably not the smartest of moves to park the car at the hotel and walk
to the restaurant
that we had seen
earlier
, along
the same
road
, as the temperature
had dipped
and although
we had cardigans
, both of us had short
sleeved
shirts
. The wind
was biting
. Dinner
was, however
, very good. Expensive
, but good. Tax
is higher
in San Francisco, than it is in Austin
, and menu
prices
are about half
again as much
, but we were on vacation
! Walking
back, the wind
hit
our faces
with great
force
and it seemed to take much
longer
to get
to the hotel, than it did to get
to the restaurant
. Hot
chocolate
, tea
and coffee
was on offer 24
/7
, so we took advantage
of the amenities
!
We slept well and rose early as the time difference was two hours, with California being behind Austin. Breakfast was very good and as we were early it was not too crowded. Our loosely planned schedule was discussed, and we took a 'care package' from the front desk, which included bottled water, apples and a cake bar. This would keep us going should we not manage to find somewhere for lunch, which was highly unlikely! The tolls for the bridge were over $7 each way, and apparently there was not an opportunity to pay cash on site, so we had to find a way of not incurring additional fees on our rental car, which would not only charge us for tolls, but add an administration charge of $25 each time we omitted to pay the toll before crossing! We 'chatted' with someone from the car rental place, on line, to find out if we could have add a day toll pass to our bill, and that was put in place. (I had declined the offer at the airport, to add $11 a day to my rental, as we were sure we would not encounter tolls each day, and were, at the time, unsure as to which day we would be using it.) After packing up the car with a few essentials we headed to the petrol station, as the back tyre looked a little low on air, and the infamous light had once again ignited! Samantha checked the tyre pressure and found that one of the back tyres was empty! She put in the air, and checked the other three. I wondered why I had not checked the tyres at the airport, especially after the warning from the man at the desk, but as they were 'run flats', it probably would have been impossible to tell. After we were satisfied that it was safe to go, we headed out towards 'the route'.
The Golden Gate Bridge loomed ahead and we both took a sharp intake
of breath
. It
was amazing
to actually
see this giant
structure
. Having
been on my bucket
list for a long, long time, it was exciting
to tick
off this great
feat
of engineering
genius
. Rather
than cross
over
immediately, we headed off road
to the visitors
centre
and to the viewpoint
where we took pictures
and walked along
the various
levels
.
Across we drove after exhausting every angle for a photo, and headed towards Muir
Woods
, which was apparently one of the locations
for filming
Star
Wars
. Up
and up, and up and up, we drove. The trees
either
side
of us made the road
dark
, and when there was a space, all we could see was the valley
beneath
. A car came towards us, crossing
over
on to our side
of the road
. "What
are they doing
?" shouted
my daughter
, as I swerved
to the side
. I smiled
and answered
, "That is going to be me on the way back!" We continued up, and up. The entrance
and car park to view
to the 'National
Monument'
, which (by all accounts
) is the woods
themselves
, was filled
with cars and buses
. We exited
and drove along
the road
, where cars lined
the sides
, and found the 'overflow'
car park, which was also full. We turned
around and headed back, once
again driving into the entrance
area, and out again. The views
from the car were so spectacular
that we decided not to spend
more time trying
to park, and walk
through, as we could pull
over
at any indent
on the way down and enjoy
the view
. To
be more accurate
, we decided that we could pull
over
at any indent
on the way down, and Samantha could enjoy
the view
, while
I hyperventilated
! I would enjoy
the photos
when we were back on flat (and safe) land. Also
as the light
had reignited
on the dash
board indicating
that the tyre
was flat, I wanted to get
back within
a 'service'
area, so that I could call the car rental
people and see what were my best
options
.
We stopped at the first garage we saw and the tyre was indeed out of air. I found the contract, with the picture of the car, and the circle indicating all the dents, etc., and called the customer service number. My options were threefold. It could be that there was a slight tear and I could get a 'patch', and they would reimburse me. Alternatively, I could take the car back to one of their service centres and it would be replaced, or I could find a Firestone Tyre Center, where they would take care of it for me, as the rental company had 'an agreement' with said company. The third option seemed to be the best, as I was not in any frame of mind to inspect another car, and wonder if the tyres were okay! Explaining that we were on the 'wrong side' of the Golden Gate Bridge, I asked for an establishment across the bay. "Please can I have the full address to tell the lady in the phone", I asked. Samantha's head went back, and she tutted before commenting, "Why didn't you just say GPS?" After getting the 'co-ordinates', and thanking the very helpful customer service person, I explained to my daughter that the phrase, or acronym GPS was not a term with which I had grown up with, nor was it one that is in my everyday language, as a rule! I was old fashioned and usually relied on 'eyes and maps', rather than 'ears and phones'. The response was, "Mrs Lady shows you a map, as well!" So be it!
The first facility was on Geary Street. I had told the lady at the customer service center that I was, indeed, familiar with this road, as we had encountered it, several times, since our arrival! Every road leads to Rome, or Geary Street, it seemed. However, this part of Geary Street was a long way from 'downtown'
, and the expected
'surgery'
would not take place
for about four
hours
. However, there was a facility
'downtown'
, and they may
not be as busy
! I drove to the next
Firestone
Service
Center
, and was greeted
by a very nice man
, who explained
that the operation would be completed
in about two hours
! I told him that we had planned
to go to the Wharf
, and he
told us the various
means
of transportation
we could use
, including
cabs
, buses
, or the trolley car. Of
course
, we opted
for the latter
. After all, we were on holiday
in San Francisco! He
said that as long as we returned
before six, we could leave the car with him all afternoon
, which would take care
of the parking problem
! I thanked
him, and we proceeded along
the road
, up the first hill. As we reached
the top
of the steep
hill, my phone rang
. It
appeared
that Mr
. Firestone
did not have the number
to call the car rental
people, and "would it be possible
" to return
. Down
we walked, showed
him the rental
agreement
, from which he
took many details
, and we set
off, again. Unsure
as to where to collect
the preferred
method
of transportation
, I bravely
entered the laundry
on the corner
and asked. "Up four
blocks
", was the answer
. Is
nowhere
ever
down? The trolley car was quite full, but the conductor was merciful
. Like
the previous
day
, those operating
the cars were full of character
, and appeared
to love
their
job
, and were proud
of their
city. Calling
out to colleagues
,along the way, they were a 'flamboyant
lot'
! We stood
in the middle
of the car, and looked
forward
. The bay appeared
and disappeared
, as we reached
the top
of the hill, and hurtled
down again. "No
charge. We will get
you on the way back", said the conductor! We lunched
at one of the restaurants
beside the bay, and decided that it would be a good idea
to book
a trip
, for the following
day
. The options
were a cruise
around the bay, or a tour
of Alcatraz. Remembering
my experience
last
year
, being
horizontal
for most of the boat
ride
, I would have preferred
the trip
to the prison
, but there were no spaces
until April
3
, and we would have been home for a week
when that date
came around! A cruise
it was! I was informed
by one of the ladies
in the booth, where we bought
the tickets
, that she also suffered
from 'sea
sickness'
, but she never
had a problem
on the ships
going round the bay. I smiled
, and thought 'famous
last
words'
, but decided to accept
her word
, wear
my wrist
bands
, and take a couple of 'Dramamine'
, just to be on the safe side
! We were also told that parking would not be a problem
, as we could leave the car for three hours
in the large
car park in the middle
of the road
, and the signs
appeared
to concur
. After walking
along
the quay
for a couple of hours
, we decided to head
back towards Firestone
. As we walked back to the trolley bus
terminus
, I received
a call from Mr
. Firestone
, who said the car was fixed
, and he
hoped
to see us before six. The line for the trolley cars was very long. One
of the conductors
estimated
a wait time of up to two hours
. This was not going to be acceptable
, so we decided to walk
to the next
stop
, as it appeared
that they 'left
some spaces'
open
for at least
one or two passengers
to climb
aboard
at each stop
. Although
we had driven
down the hill, both in the car, and trolley, I had not realised
the energy
needed
to climb
up! Up
to the first block
we walked, wondering
why we had not brought
provisions
, e.g. water
, with us, and I stopped
at the flatish
intersection
and waited
for Samantha. The trolley car stop
loomed
ahead
of us, and we climbed
again to reach
it. My theory
was not correct
and although
the trolley stopped
, the conductor thought it was most amusing
to ask
us how many were in our party
, and where were we going, and then
tell
us there was no room! The character
that I had seen
in the conductors
the previous
day
was no longer
pleasant
! Of
course
all those on the trolley thought it was most humourous
, and laughed
heartily
. I imagine
I would have been relieved
that I was on the trolley rather
than waiting for one, if the tables
were turned
! Time
was marching
on, and we marched
, as well
as one can
march
up a gradient
that usually
dictates
using
grappling
hooks
! I saw a taxi
at the next
intersection
, but it was quite obvious it was already
taken
. My misery
turned
to joy
, as the fares alighted
, but my joy
was short
lived
when I found my legs
would not run
as fast
as I wanted them to. However, I persevered
. "You
are as young
as you feel
", I heard
in my head
, but at this particular
time, I felt as if I were soon
to be reaching
90
years
old
! However, I persevered
! "Yes
!" seemed to be the most glorious
word
I had ever
heard
, as the cabbie
answered
my question, "Are
you for hire
?" I turned
to tell
Samantha to 'jump
in'
, but she was nowhere
to be seen
. I stood
on tip
toes
, and saw the flame
red hair
of my daughter
, as she appeared
on the horizon
, at eye
level
. "Quick
" was not a word
I should
have used
, but she persevered
, and finally
reached
the cab
. As we climbed
the next
hill, comfortably
seated
, we saw, to our left, Lombard
Street
. We were so close. We could have walked up another hill, and then
down the crookedest
road
in the whole world
, and then
when we reached
the bottom
, panicked
as we would not know how to get
back to the car! The trip
in the taxi
was much
cheaper
than the trolley car, and took us almost
to the front door
. The tyre
had been replaced
, the rental
car company
had assumed
responsibility
, and we wished Mr
Firestone
a 'Happy
Easter'
, and left.
Not wanting to waste our toll fees, nor the opportunity, we drove across
the bridge
once
again, this time with Samantha taking
a video
to the tune
of the television
series
'Full House', and found the 'lookout'
area that we had past on our way to Muir
Woods
. More
pictures
were taken
. I bravely stood
on the wall
that separated
the level
ground
from the rocks to the bay, and clicked
away
. As the sun
started
to set
, we headed back to the hotel.
I thought it might
be nice to enjoy
a cup
of coffee
before getting
ready
to head
out to dinner
. We had checked out the 'Open
Table'
website
(the one the nice young
lady at the job
fair
had told us about) and found a variety of restaurants
. Samantha took her hot
chocolate
with vanilla
flavoured
creamer
, and I half filled my cup, and added some hazelnut
cream
. It
was quicker
to take the stairs
than the lift
, and we climbed
up to the first floor. I headed straight for the ice
machine
, with the intention
of making an iced
coffee
. Of course
, I had not bothered
to put my bags in our room, or deposit
my coat
etc
, and I placed
the cup
under
the ice
dispenser
. Ice poured into my cup
, out of my cup
, over
the floor, to the amusement
of my daughter
. However, it was when I went to pick it up and put it back down to steady
it, did she fall
to her knees
and howl
. The cup
did not stand
on the grate
as I had intended
, but fell
, spilling
coffee
, hazelnut
creamer
and the remaining
ice
all over
the floor. This, to Samantha, was as funny
as us not being
able
to board the trolley car was to the conductor! Once
again, the humour
alluded
me!
Dinner was delicious. Located on Burlingame Avenue, which is downtown Burlingham, which is the area in which we were apparently staying, the Crepevine restaurant was delightful. I had a chicken filled crepe with sweet potato fries and salad, and Samantha had pasta with shrimp and stuff. We sat in the open air, separated from the pavement by a wall, and enjoyed the local arena. This was the 'place to be' on a Friday night, so it would seem. We had managed to park opposite the restaurant and enjoyed walking along the road and window shopping before heading back to the hotel. It had been a long day and we were expecting another fun filled one to follow!
After breakfast on Saturday, we ran across the road to see the sunrise
over
the bay. We were about fifteen
minutes
too late
, but the view
was really
pretty
, none
the less
! With
four
tyres
full of air
, and a new day
dawning
, we headed out to the bay. Parking for three hours
was indeed
available. However, it was $3
for fifteen
minutes
, with a maximum
payable
of over
$200
. If
we ate
at one of the listed
restaurants
, we could claim
up to three hours
, after six o'clock
, in the evening, and up to two hours
before. It
was 9
:30am
, and we were going on a boat
! We found a meter. It
was not red, nor
yellow, but grey. There were no restrictions
, and for three hours
we could park at a penalty
of $10. Anything
after that would be $5
an hour! I know we were on holiday
, but I would have preferred
to have bought
souvenirs
with my spending money rather
than parking tickets
! However, when in Rome
!
We arrived at the quay, and chatted to the only other queue member, who had traveled
from Los
Angeles
for the weekend
with his
daughter
. As it was the first trip
out, and as it was not particularly
crowded
, the boat
chosen
for the cruise
was the smaller
of the two that this company
piloted
! I took my pills
, fastened
my wrist
bands
and remembered
what the lady at the booth had said. We took our places at the front (why do I never
learn
) and I seated
myself
in preparation
for 'take off'
. Everything
was good until we were about fifteen
minutes
from shore. I could see now
why, that although
so close to shore
, escaping
from Alcatraz was not so easy
! The current
was so rough
, and although
we did not have to encounter
the cold
water
, nor
the sharks
that supposedly
live
around the rocks, the waves
were hideous
! I started
to feel
a little
queasy
as we neared
the bridge
, as did the young
boy
next
to us, who was on a 'big
adventure'
with his
parents
. His
mother
said that she was going to take him 'inside'
until he
felt better
. "As long a you bring
him out to see under
the bridge
, honey
", was responded
to with, "As long as he
isn't
throwing
up, honey!" I had to laugh
. The front of the boat
dipped
and rose
, and I thought about going to the back. However, the pilot did tell
us that it would be calmer
on the way back, and we were going to make
the turn in a couple of minutes
. Feeling
my temperature
rise
, I took a swig from the water
bottle
we had brought
with us, and decided to see what happened
. As I was about to lay
down and die
, we turned
. Fortunately
, the turn instantly
made the boat
rock
less
, and we sailed
smoothly
back to the shore
. My stomach
resumed
normal
service
, and I managed
to stand
and take some pictures
, as the engines
were stalled
, and we limped alongside
the infamous
prison
. The eerie
feeling
made me rather
glad
that we had not been able
to have the tour
around. I am
sure it is fascinating
but not something
that I regret
not doing
.
Returning to the shore, we headed back to the car, and drove back to Union Square, where I drove into the car park that appeared
to have reasonable
prices
. However, where I had seen
$6
between 12pm
and 4pm
, I had failed
to realise
that this meant
'per
hour'
and not for the whole time. We could not reverse
, so we took a ticket
and drove in. "Go
and tell
the man
that you came in by mistake
" was the instructions
shrieked
to me a I panicked
at not knowing
what to do. I went and told the man
that I had come in by mistake
, and he
shook
his
head
and made a grunting
sound
. I surmised
that this had happened
before, as he
scanned
the ticket
, and the barrier
opened
to allow
us to exit. We went back to our original
parking location
, and although
the price
was now
$15
, as it was a Saturday
, it was the most reasonable
in town
! Additionally
, if we were a little
later
, I was informed
that they would only add
another $5
to the charge, rather
than increase
it to the overnight
charge of $30
! Very
kind
!
A taxi back to the Wharf was much cheaper than the trolley cars, and much faster. We enjoyed a 'take out' lunch from one of the stands, having put our name down on the restaurant waiting list, and removing it, as it seemed to be the 'tourist' thing to do to eat on the run! We didn't actually eat running, but sat on a bench and watched the world go by. After lunch, we wandered along the quay again, watched the sea lions that congregate near the aquarium, and went into several gift shops 'just for fun'. It was like being at the seaside in England in some respects, and nothing like it in others. It was, however, addictive, and we did not want to leave, but we realised that we had exhausted every photo opportunity and walked every path! It was time to head back. We wanted to climb the hill again and see Lombard Street from the top! The sea air must have coddled our brains! As we were leaving the front, we saw a couple of artists who were drawing caricatures. This would be the perfect thing to remind us of our vacation! We sat and chatted to the artist He was a pleasant chap, who had apparently travelled to China to meet the love of his life, only to find that she wanted him to move there, and find a job. He decided that she was not worth the effort and had returned to San Francisco to take up painting. He must have been thinking about his lost love when drawing Samantha, as the portrait had her with oriental eyes, and although beautiful, they were not hers! I am not sure whom he was thinking about, or looking at, when he drew me, as the only part that resembled my features was my hat! We held back the laughter, paid the poor artist, and then howled all the way along the street. What a memory! We would frame the picture of the two ladies whose life we knew nothing about!
Up the three hills along 'Hyde' (aptly named) we climbed, and down Lombard
Street
we walked. Finally
we found a hill to go down! It
was not an easy
walk
! One
that should
be taken
using
grappling
hooks
and a safety
wire
, we managed
to make
it to the bottom
unscathed
! After another dozen or six photo
opportunities
were taken
, we headed back to the car. The bus
seemed like a good option
and was much
cheaper
than the trolley car and the taxi
! We drove through China
Town
and watched
the locals
buying
vegetables
and bartering
with the shop
owners
. Asparagus
was being
inspected
, thrown down, picked
up again, and reinspected
at one store
. I watched
mesmerized
, as I had no idea
what constituted
good asparagus
. From
my view
point
, it all looked
good, but I am
not an expert
and I realised
that unless
it is obvious, I trust
the supermarkets
when buying
food
! The smell each time the doors opened, was mouthwatering, as all the vents from the restaurant kitchens appeared to have their flavoured steam flow in the direction of the bus. Although I had not long eaten lunch, I found my stomach rumbling.
We fought our way off the bus, which was now bursting at the seams, and entered the lobby of a hotel, where Samantha used her trusty mobile devise to check us in for our flights the following day. The car had been looked after superbly, and we drove back to our temporary home. Enjoying a cup of iced coffee (made by filling the cup with ice first, then creamer and coffee) we headed back to the room. On our way, we encountered the hotel robot. Fascinated, (and I was terrified at the technology at the same time,) we stopped and were given a tour of the robots capabilities. "How does it knock at the door?", asked my inquisitive offspring. Apparently, once it has the items requested, it calls for the elevator, and when outside your door, it calls your phone. I laughed all the way to the room, imagining making a prank call, and ordering a pizza for the next door neighbour, and then watching him explain to the tin can that he didn't order pizza. The sea air had coddled my brain!
Dinner was at a lovely Italian Restaurant on Broadway, in Burlingame. Parking in the Post Office parking lot was permitted! This was because it was full of parking meters!
Sunday arrived too soon, and we ran across the road at seven to catch the sunrise, but the clouds were too thick for us to witness the full glory. We returned to the hotel, ate breakfast, took a care package for lunch, and checked out. The marina was the first stop, having crossed over Geary Street on our travels! I parked the car along the road, where it was possible to do so for two hours at a time between 8am and 9pm on Sunday, unless you had parking permit with the letter "Q". I wondered at this for a while, and then realised, that the permit allowed you to park at any time, and did not restrict you from parking. I had wondered why anyone would display a permit that disallowed them to park! The sea air had coddled my brain! We wandered
along
the shore
, taking
our last
shots
of that bridge
and that prison
. Around
the corner
was the Walt
Disney
Museum
, which we walked around for an hour, and then
we got
back into the car, and headed for the airport. I filled
the car up at a petrol
station
near
the hotel, and we followed the signs
so that we could return
the vehicle. All
was in order
. The return
staff
were very pleasant
, and we then
took the monorail
to the terminal
.
Our flight home was non-eventful. We ate dinner, which we had purchased
at a restaurant
in the airport, and finally
landed
in Austin
at around 9
:30pm
. Our
bags were the first and third
down the shute
, and I called Dana, who was in the 'cell
park'
, awaiting
our arrival
.
It really had been a trip of a lifetime! Although we are only a few hours away, and it is not a place that would be viable to visit only once, I do not know that I would hurry to return, mainly because it was so much fun! It may not have the same effect a second time. However, time will tell! We had ticked everything off on our list, and had many a tale to tell.
Returning to work on Monday was not easy. Having had a full week of SXSW two weeks earlier, then working half a week leading up to the trip, I was sure that everything would seem an anti-climax. I was, however, really looking forward to a bit of normality! With nothing specific to do the following weekend, and nothing really planned for the month of April, it would be good to sit back and cogitate on the past months variety of adventures. Living in Austin has certainly provided an opportunity for diversity. I never would have considered, years ago, that there would ever be an opportunity for me to spend a weekend in Caliornia! Nor would I have thought that I would ever go to a rodeo! A rodeo or The Rodeo! Now that is ....... another story!
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