“San Francisco itself is art, above all literary art. Every block is a short story, every hill a novel. Every house a poem, every dweller within immortal. This is the whole truth.” – William Saroyan
On Friday morning, at the crack of dawn, with the taste of turkey and gravy still in my mouth I rented a car and started my way up to beautiful, welcoming and fierce San Francisco. After a 5 and a half hour drive I arrived in the city, I picked up my dearest friend Maria and then we drove to the Golden Gate Bridge. We stopped there for some time, but then the cold took over and stopped us from walking on the bridge.
Mandatory stop because of that cold was Ghirardelli Square for a delicious hot chocolate. After we warmed up a little we went downtown for some late Black Friday shopping.
On Saturday we started the day very early, which allowed us to enjoy the quietness of the city in the morning, to only become crazier in the afternoon. After a quick stop to Lombard street, we started walking up to the Painted Ladies.
Stupid hills. I guess the hills are a big part of the city’s charm and what’s not to love, eh?
Downtown was total madness, and it comes from a person who loves chaotic cities and rarely gets overwhelmed. But that, that called for a break and another hot chocolate.
Truth is that I have never been anywhere where you can walk through so many culturally diverse neighborhoods perfectly blended together. We had Vietnamese at Aux Delice and it was delicious and 2 hours later we ended up in the Italian neighborhood where our friend and chaperon invited us for a plate of Gnocchi and Saltimbocca all Romana with the view of Piazzale Michelangelo in Firenze. Oh how I miss Italy.
This trip went by way too quickly but it was all about being together with Maria; I am looking forward to going back and explore more of this beautiful city.