After nine hours of traveling from coast to coast, I landed in San Francisco. I rode in a bus straight from the airport to a hotel in the Haight-Ashbury district and decided to go to bed in my boring, standard room.
Still stuck on the East Coast time-zone, I wake up around 5:30 in the morning and look outside my window, discovering that my hotel room has an incredible view of the Golden City. Feeling inspired by the sun rising over the city, I decided to use my jet-lag to my advantage and start exploring.
On my walk, I passed the famous painted ladies that are featured in the “Full House” introduction and the amazingly detailed city hall. All of the buildings in San Francisco have extremely incredible intricate architectural features.
After strolling around, I stumbled upon Mr. Holmes Bakehouse with a long line trailing outside of the door. Eager to see what all of the hype was about, I waited in line to try a pumpkin cronut. Has it been a year since I’ve had that cronut? Yes. Do I still think about how delicious it was? Yes.
Taking in the scenery, I relaxed over by the marina district for a few hours. I felt very refreshed by the bright blue pacific ocean, mildly warm weather,and cool breeze, which differs from the typical North Carolina summer day.
When talking to locals, many of them suggested to go visit Lombard Street, the most curvy street in the world. Listening, I took a walk to see it for myself. Even though the walk was very tiring, the view was incredibly worth it. Colorful bright flowers surrounded the houses and street while the sun was setting over the city. At the very top of the street, the whole city could be seen. Every building looked extremely small, bunched together and colorful.
After, a nice dinner in Hayes Valley, I ended my day, planning out an eventful last day.
On my second day, I decided to venture out to a new district. After researching, I figured out that I wanted to go to the Mission District.
The mission district, along with other districts in San Francisco, is very creative and colorful. Walking around, I discovered an alleyway that was filled with murals on both sides. It then came to my attention that these murals were painted by multiple artists, and new ones were repainted often.
I stopped for brunch at Mission Beach Cafe, having the eggs benedict with breakfast potatoes. This meal was delicious, and the location of the restaurant made it all the better.
All day, I admired all of the different aspects of the city. The creative people, the beautiful scenery within the city and the refreshing west coast vibe.
My last day would not be complete without a trip to the Golden Gate Bridge, afterall. Deciding to the bridge at sunset was the best decision of my whole trip. Getting out of the Uber, the sky was turning a baby pink color with the sun omitting a bright orange color. The vibrant red colored bridge contrasted against the gorgeous mix of pastels in the sky. Sitting down on a bench in front of the bride, whales swam by. In pure awe, I took in the beauty and reflected on my amazing and eventful trip. Thinking about leaving the next morning made me incredibly sad.
Even though it has been a year since my last trip, my heart is still left in San Francisco.