As soon as I started to board the plane, I felt excited. San Francisco!! Throughout the journey here (with maybe the most precocious child in the world sitting behind me, piping up authoritatively about shiatsu massage, balsamic vinegar and which parts of some film her Dad enjoyed the most, and she was all of 7) when I felt tired or blahhh - imagine trying to call someone special and the phone not working properly and losing about $5 trying to get to Directory Assistance to be constantly told by the person who picks up the phone that the numbers must have got crossed and to dial the same number again, while you are feeling hormonally unbalanced and tired and a bit nervous - I just kept remembering where I was headed and had a huge grin on my face. Let me explain... much like Chicago 'The Windy City', San Francisco has long evoked romantic images and is a place I have wanted to visit and explore since I was a teenager.
So far, the west coast has amazed me with their transport systems and friendliness. San Francisco is no exception.... it cost $5.35 to get from the airport to the hostel on the BART and apparently you can travel one way for $1.75 and get a transfer to travel on as much as you like for the alloted time afterwards. I am contemplating however a 3-day pass for $18 which lets you ride the cable cars (!) normally $5 a ride, and all buses.... doesn't seem too bad of a deal but I am honestly not sure how much I will use it as the weather here feels gorgeously warm: today it's meant to reach a balmy 15C. The hostel I am staying at until tomorrow is downtown (near the Civic Center) whereas Saturday I move to one near Fisherman's Wharf. There are lots of ESL students here, the majority of whom seem to come from France, so it is a tinsy tiny bit like being in Montreal (albeit populated by loud, eager 19 yr olds). Am I getting old?!?
There is a lot to explore though so off I go!
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