San Francisco & Michelle's Wedding - Day 5

 

The best part about our walk back to the hotel is that it was all downhill. Or at least that's what I thought at the time. I gotta get over how much I dislike physical activity by working out more often. No, the best part was walking through the city and seeing the local scenery, like the front door to this person's house. Looks more like a dinosaur compound from Jurassic Park. I wish I lived there. If only to punch dinosaurs in their stupid mouths. We still had some time to kill so we stopped and grabbed a beer near the hotel. It was a nice morning to sit outside and enjoy the day.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Every moment spent with Jenny Reck is the best. That's how I knew that despite walking into a tourist trap (that really is just a curvy street) would be an entertaining time. She provides unique commentary and just enough ribald humor to make the time memorable. Her observations and childish giggle is enough to get me through even the biggest of uphill battles. Or downhill tumble.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lombard Street in San Francisco is famously known as "the most crooked street in the World" and has 8 hairpin turns to go down the 600 feet decline that is gauged at 27%. Because of that, it has become a popular tourist destination. Since this was within walking distance from our hotel, it made it an obvious choice to spend our time this morning. The views were breathtaking, so the walk ended up being well worth it. So here we are. At a place that many people have been before. What could we do to make our visit unique?

 

 

While there were way too many foreigners with selfie sticks (who stood in the middle of the road and failed to realize that this was an active street complete with oncoming traffic), this was still a very interesting and beautiful place. I'm a tourist just like every one of them, so I guess you can blame me for turning this street into a local commuter's nightmare. I'm glad that I don't live on this block.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Home

 

 

The bar was Fiddler's Green. The only people there were me, Jenny Reck and the bartender. Obviously there wasn't anyone else around here looking for a beer on a Monday morning. We could have sat anywhere but the outside was so much more appealing. Thankfully we did because our beer came with a free show. In the park across the street, the bum dressed in green started yelling at the bum on the ground. These were his exact words - "Wake the fuck up Nick! Get off the grass ya dinosaur! I gotta feed you some weed!" Now these men may be homeless, but I can't help but be jealous of their lives. Their situation looks like complete nonsense.