I tried to be an unconventional tourist in SF. I really did. I had it in my vision to hop onto whichever bus came my way and hop off at whichever neighborhood that vibed with me and just explore. It all seemed perfect, how I love walking and everything, all except for two things.
- I hate being spontaneous.
- It rained for two days straight.
Let me be honest, the incessant downpour and gloom made it really hard to fall in love with this city. As hard as I tried to convince myself that the mist gave the Golden Gate Bridge a mysterious look (which it did), I really did not enjoy the forty-eight hours of dirty glasses and wet socks. So I had to go back for it on my third day when the sky finally cleared. Can I get a wow?
We stayed at Comfort Inn by Bay, which was conveniently close to Fisherman’s Wharf. We must have climbed the hill to the coast no fewer than half a dozen times because the piers just had so much to offer. It was always lively and full of fresh, delicious seafood.
As Google offers countless more professionally-taken photos of the classic tourist attractions like Palace of Fine Arts, Crookedest Street, etc., my favorite little visit that quite literally took my breath away was to Land’s End.
I didn’t get a chance to hike around much but it is definitely an under-appreciated corner of the city. It is both intimidating and, well, soothing. It makes you think about your favorite kind of sausage as well as the purpose of your existence.
All in all, I’d say SF is north of aight with a couple of “omfg is this real life” moments here and there. 8.6/10 would recommend.
P.S. coffee addicts: pay Black Point Cafe a visit.