San Francisco, entering into a modern lifestyle
Arriving in San Francisco I couldn’t help but be happy. I settled in at my expensive hostel, hired my first fluffy big towel (in close to 8 months) for $1, flushed toilet paper, had hot water come out of the shower when I wanted hot water and spoke English again.
These were all small luxuries I’d gone without for a long time. As I walked through the ferry building with all it’s quaint shops and the farmers market outside, it reminded me of my first time in Covet Garden in London. I was back to modern civilisation.
I had just one day in San Francisco before I headed to Yosemite, so I made the most of it and walked everywhere I could. All along the stylish Embarcadero, to the sea lions at Pier 39, Fishermans Wharf, up to the top of Lombard Street (San Francisco’s most crooked street) and down through North Beach, Chinatown and Union Square.
It was a tiring day, but a great one. The weather was cooler (around 13 degrees celsius), which meant I wasn’t dripping in sweat all the time and I could walk around enjoyably. People were friendly without being overwhelming.
San Francisco was just what I needed.