I should probably define my afternoon with one word. I will not use adjectives like stunning, charming or lovely. Too lame and touristic. 🙂 It is hard for me to accept I am a tourist in San Fran. I would rather think I am a lost soul in the “diagonal city”.
Today I visited the Marina District to watch the sunset and see the Golden Gate bridge a bit closer. I took the bus down Fillmore St to Bay St. (as indicated by GoogleMaps) and quickly realized that the street is too nice to drive or take the bus. To walk is the only way to enjoy it and see all the restaurants, shops and cafes.
I missed my friends and everyone I love. Maybe because when I get close to the ocean all my feelings come out easily. I had such a great time, though. Walking alone and thinking, I watched the sunset, took some pictures and lost count of all the beautiful houses I passed by.
I do not even want to find out the real state value for the area because I am sure it is simply more than what 20 MEs could afford. The only fact that you are steps away from the water makes me feel envious. Healthy envy, like we say in Cuba.
On my way back I walked. It was already dark but the full moon was low and yellow. My phone camera can never capture the moon the way I see it. ( Yes, the ocean makes my romanticism level increase). 🙂 So I walked up the two blocks that the bus avoided. I figured that there was an incredible steep hill (Fillmore and Vallejo St). The bus had taken a parallel street going down.
Love the names of the streets here. Mallorca, Vallejo, Cervantes, Retiro, Sacramento, Divisadero. It is a shake of the Spanish dictionary all over the city.
San Francisco amazes me not only for its colours and arches and hills but also its people. I crossed a senior, a random guy with a yoga mat and a school girl that smiled at me on the bus. Unfortunately that does not happen very often in many big cities and that all happened to me in 3 hours.
My day is happily over, my peeps on the East Coast and the Caribbean must be sleeping so Buenas Noches a todos!
