Have you ever had that feeling when you wake up and for a split second you forget where you are? Me too. When I woke up this morning it definitely took a couple of seconds to realise I wasn’t in my bedroom in dear old England. Nah uh, I’m right here in San Francisco, baby.
After a stream of farewell tears at the airport, a helluva long flight, seemingly endless security ques and a ride in a shuttle van, we finally arrived at our base! I felt extremely disorientated when we arrived, tired, emotional, nervous, panicking about everything. But sleep is a wonderful remedy and the next day I was itching to explore.
In 48 hours here, we have done a crazy amount of things. I’m travelling with my friend Ellie who has a couple of friends in Sacramento and they kindly came to show us around. I cannot put into words whow, generous and fun, Jaymie and David are to be around. They gave us a real tour of the city from the Painted Ladies and the windiest road in California, to the Golden Gate bridge and the piers. I couldn’t have wished for a warmer welcome to San Francisco.
Fisherman’s Wharf is of course a tourist’s haven but don’t let it put you off. The views are priceless and the buzz in the air makes you want to wander around for hours. Just be sure to carry a warm jumper with you, breezy ain’t in it.
Especially if you go on a boat trip around the bay towards Alcatraz.
A huge thanks is owed to David and Jaymie, so so grateful. I have lots more to share, mostly food photo’s because well, I’m in America. Need I say more?