The boyfriend and I welcomed in the New Year from beautifully sunny California while Dallas was cold, rainy and all sorts of bleh. We didn’t rent a car in San Fran, but we did stay at the nautically-themed Argonaut Hotel at Fisherman’s Wharf. It was the perfect location for us and allowed us to easily walk 40,000 steps a day. I’m not kidding. We put in some serious walking miles.
In fact, here’s a crude map of everything we walked to. You’re welcome.
This was in China Town. I was actually trying to hunt down a Banksy wall, the doctor examining a heart in “peace & love”. Sadly, it was gone, but this lovely dragon mural lifted my spirits.
We climbed the stairs of a parking garage not far from China Town, which promised us a gorgeous, 360 views of the city. It did not disappoint, but man did it kill my calves going up all those flights of stairs.
The loud, smelly sea lions at the Pier. We saw them, we waved, we went on with our lives and they did too.
Can I talk about the most shocking part of our visit to San Fran? Bread bowl and clam chowder … everywhere! I had no idea that bread bowls were such a big thing in that area. I’m not complaining, Evan and I LOVE BREAD.
San Francisco also had a crap ton of ice cream places, which made us laugh because although it was warmer than Dallas, it was still a bit chilly to be noshing on ice cream all of the time. But people just loved it and you couldn’t go more than few steps without seeing kids and adults alike with a large scoop in their hands.
However, then we found the raw cookie dough .. it really was legit.
We found Little Russia, filled upon pilmeni and potatoes at the local restaurant and then snuck into a little Russian Orthodox church down the street.
New Year’s Eve fireworks over the Oakland Bay Bridge.
