What an interesting few days I have had. And mind-blowing, amazing, trying and exhausting. This is how you know you're on vacation in a major city. Everything feels amazing until it doesn't really, and you have to remind yourself to relax. Take a break. Take off your shoes and think about all of the miles that you have walked in one day. Think about all of the cool shit you've been seeing. Have a damn cocktail at a swanky bar and let someone take care of you. Because it's your va-ca-tion.
It's MY vacation.
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Leaving Denver was easier than I thought it would be, mainly because I slept for only an hour and a half the night before, and the delirium numbed my body and mind. The hard part was realizing that the giant pack on my bag would be my only true companion for the whole trip. Not in a sad way, but in the way that I knew immediately after I put it on for the first time that it would annoy me and possibly be the death of me. This bag is enormous. And heavy. More specifically, it weighs 37 pounds. And did I mention the word 'enormous'? It has been hilarious trying to get to know this thing and all of the smaller things I have stowed away in it. I planned on bringing a very small camp towel that is supposed to be incredibly absorbent and quick-drying. Not the case. After using the thing for about three and a half seconds, I wanted to throw it away. Burn it. Wish it on my worst enemy. I've since replaced it, but using that thing was like trying to clean up a kool-aid spill with a grocery bag. Shit is just getting smeared around, and there's no mistaking it. Almost everything else is pretty ok in the bag, but I have yet to master packing it correctly so that I don't feel like I'm walking around in a hurricane while wearing it. I'm sure practice will make perfect.
San Francisco. Is the place to be. I love love love this city. It has intrigued, entertained, confused and exhausted me. There are a lot of things I want to say about the past two days, and since I'm not feeling very organized mentally at the moment, I'm going to write all of those things in a list-y type of manner.
The wind and cold weather can suck my... Especially considering it's the end of May.
Same goes for the hills. I know, I know, San Fran is known for steep ass hills. That doesn't mean I have to like them.
People here are rad! I've seen more STYLE here in a day and a half than in my 15 or so times visiting NYC. And I love NYC and the people in it, so that's saying something.
Amazing food. Thai, sushi, Italian, blah blah blah. eating here has been wonderful.
I'm sick of public transportation.
I love the architecture here. And the landscape. I've seen bigger trees here than ever before in my life. Also I saw and hugged a palm tree for the first time (I felt compelled; it felt like I was embracing more than the tree).
I nearly fell into the bay. Pure clumsiness is the only reason.
It has been disheartening to be under dressed everywhere I go. I'm travelling with the ugliest wardrobe. Screw functionality when you want to look good for about an hour. On the other hand, my new tattoo and newly dyed mohawk seem to be going over pretty well. :)
I watched a guy play 'Stairway to Heaven' on a single steel drum. <3
Getting a smooch from the cute bartender is always nice.
The Golden Gate bridge turned 75 today. I went. Impressive damn bridge, but screw the commute I had to suffer through to get there.
I was mistaken for a local and was asked for directions, which always makes me feel good because then I know I don't look as lost and confused as I really am. Until I have to tell the mistaken party that I, in fact, have no idea about a single thing they are asking about.
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So glad that I'm here; so glad I started this blog-thing; so hoping this isn't boring to read. I really wanted to post some pictures this evening, but I'm not sure I can stare at this screen anymore.
Adios for now, and tomorrow I will be saying ALOHA. :)
