If you’re going to San Francisco

We drove into San Francisco in the late afternoon, pausing our California playlist so we could play If You’re Going to San Francisco because we’re the touristiest of tourists. Visiting San Francisco has been on my bucket list for as long as I can remember, and I never thought that it would exceed all my expectations.

Since neither of us had ever visited the city and we were only there for three days, Tyson consulted the Internet, and I consulted my Northern California friends. We ended up with a really long list, but were able to get to most of them during our 12 hour days. (Until next time, three story Forever 21 </3.) We could have spent a whole week in San Francisco and still not even scratched the surface on everything we wanted to see and do.

Our first stop was the Golden Gate Bridge:thumb_IMG_3449_1024It was super windy and cold, which I was not prepared for. I thought living in Utah meant I had built-in resilience against the elements, but I was wrong. I ended up buying a fleece jacket that smelled like dust and a had a picture of the Golden Gate bridge, which did not help our looking like tourists at all.thumb_IMG_3455_1024

I considered buying a flower crown just to take pictures in front of the bridge, but decided against it because I didn’t want to embarrass Tyson.

We started our first full day in San Francisco by standing in line to have breakfast at Mama’s. We were in line for an hour and a half, but it was worth it because their bagels are heavenly. I’d do almost anything for a good bagel.


After breakfast, we headed to Coit Tower, which had some pretty cool views. Those stairs after those steep streets were a really rough combination, though. San Francisco must have the fittest residents.

thumb_IMG_3472_1024thumb_IMG_3471_1024Tyson fulfilled his life-long dream of riding a cable car on our way to the cable car museum.

Related sad story: The cable cars do not allow open drinks, so I had to abandon a freshly opened can of Diet Dr. Pepper on the sidewalk because there were no trash cans around. RIP DDP.

thumb_IMG_3480_1024thumb_IMG_3482_1024I fell madly in love with the Victorian houses. I felt like I was in a Wes Anderson movie.


thumb_IMG_3506_1024We went to a fancy art museum that took me back to my art majoring days, and I felt cool because I knew how to pronounce French painters’ names. Art degrees are so useful! thumb_IMG_3538_1024I got to see some of my best friends, who I hadn’t seen in years. We picked up right where we left off, and I felt like I was back at the commons, instead of at a trendy restaurant in San Francisco. Life is so funny sometimes. thumb_IMG_3559_1024One more of the Golden Gate enveloped in fog for good measure:

thumb_IMG_3548_1024Brb, packing my bags.


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