My roommate, Abby, and I decided that this spring break, we were gonna do it big. So we woke up at 4 a.m. last Saturday, left Tucson at 6, and booked it to San Francisco.
Thirteen and a half hours, 866 miles later, we found ourselves walking along the streets of the Golden Gate city, our bellies grumbling and our eyelids heavy. We had a few hours before we could meet up with my friends who live in the Mission District, so we got dinner at Little Star Pizza, where we enjoyed what was, in my opinion, the best deep dish pizza in the history of deep dish pizza.
The following day, after many hours of much-needed sleep and a hearty scrambled-egg breakfast, we strolled through the Mission and the Castro. Highlight of the day: devouring a giant white chocolate, cranberry cookie from Hot Cookie, a Castro classic stop.
The next day, we did typical tourist things– the Golden Gate Bridge, the Palace of Fine Arts, Fisherman’s Wharf, the Ghirardelli Chocolate Factory. All the fun stuff.
Before we hit the road on Tuesday morning, we ate breakfast at a quaint French bakery called Tartine. It rained gently outside as I ate my berry torte and Abby ate her bread pudding. With our taste buds and our bellies quite happy, we hopped into the car and onto the Pacific Coast Highway, our eyes set on Santa Barbara.
Although I was excited to continue our adventure, I was sad to leave San Francisco. The city is so unique, and something about it pulls me in. It has a personality, one that is embracing and warm, friendly and eccentric. I could live there, and someday, I hope to.
Now, we are on Coronado Island, and tomorrow we will be back on the road heading toward Tucson. Then it’s upward and onward into the last seven weeks of the semester!
Wait for me, summer. I’m on my way.
Smiles and all the best,