I Can't Hear You With This Jet In My Ear.
Oct. 9th, 2008 08:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dolphins_logOur last day in San Francisco.
We started at that special place on Lumbar Street. I mean Lombard Street. [That twisty road makes my back hurt.] We found parking right at the top, though someone tried to nose in behind me. Denied! We hiked all the way down and all the way back. Many people just stand out in the street to take pictures. We did too. Stamp "Tourist" on our foreheads.
Next we drove out to Fort Point for the last Lighthouse capture. As we hiked all over the hillside at the South end of the Golden Gate Bridge we started to get buzzed by the Blue Angels. Whirl and click on those bird.
Next we drove to the Palace of Fine Arts. We got redirected far away from our destination by one way roads and freeways with no exits. Unfortunately when we got to the palace we found it was closed for restoration. 80 years of bird poop will take it's toll. We walked around the reflection pool and took photos though. We couldn't converse much due to the Blue Angels.
Next we went to China Town and we were just in time for crowded market streets. And the Blue Angels echo in the city canyons is very painful to the ears. Cool to watch though. We walked all the way through China Town to the Chinatown gate. Wow! That was fun! We bought stuff! I bought music!
And the Blue Angels roared on.
We left downtown San Francisco for the last time via the Great Highway, [it's the highway that follows the shoreline]and watched the sunset.
Dinner was entertaining. We were the only ones in this large posh[ish] restaurant about a block further south from our hotel. The waiter was a character, a father who emigrated from Taiwan about 26 years ago. He struck up a long political conversation with us concerning kids and lack of tradition in the US and how the US is a political paradise we need to protect. Shortbread started tapping our wineglasses together. It was time for our end of vacation toasts. We started by toasting the waiter.
Tomorrow we start changing latitudes.
We started at that special place on Lumbar Street. I mean Lombard Street. [That twisty road makes my back hurt.] We found parking right at the top, though someone tried to nose in behind me. Denied! We hiked all the way down and all the way back. Many people just stand out in the street to take pictures. We did too. Stamp "Tourist" on our foreheads.
Next we drove out to Fort Point for the last Lighthouse capture. As we hiked all over the hillside at the South end of the Golden Gate Bridge we started to get buzzed by the Blue Angels. Whirl and click on those bird.
Next we drove to the Palace of Fine Arts. We got redirected far away from our destination by one way roads and freeways with no exits. Unfortunately when we got to the palace we found it was closed for restoration. 80 years of bird poop will take it's toll. We walked around the reflection pool and took photos though. We couldn't converse much due to the Blue Angels.
Next we went to China Town and we were just in time for crowded market streets. And the Blue Angels echo in the city canyons is very painful to the ears. Cool to watch though. We walked all the way through China Town to the Chinatown gate. Wow! That was fun! We bought stuff! I bought music!
And the Blue Angels roared on.
We left downtown San Francisco for the last time via the Great Highway, [it's the highway that follows the shoreline]and watched the sunset.
Dinner was entertaining. We were the only ones in this large posh[ish] restaurant about a block further south from our hotel. The waiter was a character, a father who emigrated from Taiwan about 26 years ago. He struck up a long political conversation with us concerning kids and lack of tradition in the US and how the US is a political paradise we need to protect. Shortbread started tapping our wineglasses together. It was time for our end of vacation toasts. We started by toasting the waiter.
Tomorrow we start changing latitudes.
