We began our journey early in the morning on the BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) in South San Fran and took it to Powell Street which is located in North SF. I must admit, I've been on the LA subway once (yes they have one) and will probably never do it again. LA's Metro is where I've found the city's highest concentration of scary people. I'm not kidding. But getting on the BART was actually a pleasant experience--nothing but normal people. Whew. Now, from the station we trekked through the Chinatown celebration chaos of the Chinese New Year, which spanned about fifteen city blocks, and powered over the hilly terrain that stood before us and the coast. That alone took four hours. Our goal? Make it to Fisherman's Wharf. Well, we made it, but were far too beat to really enjoy it! We spent an hour recovering at a local Starbucks...nice. By late afternoon we were more than ready to hop back on the train to go home, but had one last friend to catch up with before leaving the city.
4 P.M.: Stu, an old college friend and currently a masters student at the Academy of Arts SF, cheerfully waltzed into the Starbucks were we had taken shelter from the cold, cold city. He had to take two different modes of public transit it to see us, so that meant it was time to walk and talk a little. Pressing onward we made our way to Ghirardelli Square, circled it about four times, and wandered on to warmer territory. It was really great to catch up with one another, talking shop is always a good way to revitalize me! However, if you ever meet Stu, keep in mind that he is a wanderer. He claims that he was just enjoying the conversation, but we think he just wanted to torture us. The line of the evening: "oh, just one more block down to the left and we'll catch the train." Needless to say, by the time we got home, I could barely move!
Overall, it was a fun adventure. And it's about time to start making my way out the door for the day. So, below are a few shots from yesterday. Enjoy!
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