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This morning is the first I have awoken to a blanket of fog over San Francisco. My vista
has been shortened. It is a wildly romantic day—so—here I am—in bed—with René
who is sleeping soundly. Romantic? Romance is endearing. Romance is being able to appreciate.
I appreciate René.
Fisherman's Wharf was seen with all the confusion of tourists. It was not elbow-to-elbow crowded.
We liked walking and observing. We had lunch — a fish sandwich and a salad. Yummy.
Bit by bit—we are seeing the different neighborhoods of San Francisco. I can see its charm. I do
feel its quirkiness. We will have another day of walking up and down its hills. We will
seek adventure. Methinks today will be perfect to do that.
Today—rather—this morning will be perfect to reenergize our stamina. Again—we take
the public transportation to a place—get off—walk-walk-walk—get back on some sort
of transport and walk-walk-walk again until we practically drop. Viewing vacations can
be tiring. Fortunately—we know we can—and do—rest.
San Francisco. The name—itself—has had a mystique and a couple of melodies. The mystique
has been broken. Frankly—today—I still prefer Manhattan. San Francisco is a nice
place to visit. I cannot ever imagine myself ever living among its streets. Then again—at
one point in my life—I never even imagined visiting San Francisco. I never thought I
would be able to travel to these places—Manhattan included—which were names I would read in
books.
Reading prepared me for travelling. Experiencing has to be better—of course. Now—when I
see mention of a place—like Eureka—California—my images are my own experience. It will fascinate
me to see what I think about San Francisco after this trip. What will sear itself into
my mind? What will bring a smile to my face? How will the melodies change?
My tea—this morning—was steaming creating its own bit of fog by the nightstand. Fortunately—there
is no fog in my mind. True—this morning—I am excited due to the fact our introduction
to San Francisco is in the past. Today—we begin to live. We have laundry to do and breakfast
to eat and we do not have to hurry. Today is the important day in a vacation when we
actually—without knowing it—become part of the neighborhood. We are not in a hurry
to run and view the touristy things. If we had to leave tomorrow—we could say we saw
a good part of San Francisco. We did not stay confined to a small area. We were not afraid
to get on the transportation and explore.
This may sound funny—but—our biggest find yesterday was the discovery that Macy's has
a store called Macy's Men which is where all the designers cater for the Men of San Francisco.
We were in Macy's and found it odd they had no men's department. I had to ask and laughed—along
with the store clerks—that Macy's has a whole building for "men". And—of course—that
big store had nothing for me. I tried on a pair of pants and René said I looked like
Fred Mertz. Will that be what we remember of San Francisco?