Hello From San Francisco!

I made it! I've had this unfounded desire to visit San Francisco for quite some time (only rivaled by my unfounded desire to visit Portland), and now I'm here! So amazing!

I'm staying in a sweet hostel with awesome views of the Bay, the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, and access to the wonderful tourist trap that is Fisherman's Wharf and the surrounding areas.

Yesterday I spent three or four hours wandering around the beach, streets, and piers. Of course, I took lots and lots of pictures. And I made sure to walk barefoot along the Bay beach, enjoying the cool water on my hot little road-trippin' footsies.

Then I warmed my feet right back up by trekking up the super-steep Hyde Street. It was a bit difficult, but nothing to rival the mountains of Montana. Hooah!

After all that hill-climbing, this food blogger's stomach was a-rumbling, so I began to forage for food. The scents pouring out of Bourdin, a bakery/restaurant/bar/cafe and purported home of the original San Francisco sourdough (I'm a sucker for sourdough), were too good to resist . . .

. . . as was the sourdough crab . . .

. . . and the sourdough teddy bears, turtles, and alligators. So cute! Of course I had to try some of this [adorable] sourdough bread for myself.

I ordered the half salad/half sandwich option, going for their California veggie sandwich on sourdough and a spring salad. This was delicious. Those walnuts on the salad were spiced and so yummy. Plus, both the salad and sandwich had balsamic vinaigrette, which I would like to adopt as my first "born" child.

The sandwich had pepper-jack and harvati cheeses, as well as veggies, avocado, and some sort of tomato-y relish. This truly deserves a holy yum.

Today my plan is to walk to the Golden Gate Bridge, and then walk across it and back. I'm toying with the idea of taking my collapsible hoop along, but I don't know that I feel like toting it along with my bag for a total of eight (ish) miles. I was also thinking of taking the Alcatraz tour, but it's a little pricey and I'm not sure it's something I'd enjoy by myself.

Because, as fabulous as San Fran is, it comes off feeling a little bit paltry with no one to share it with. In other words, I miss the Best Husband Ever. I thought I'd be reveling in the "freedom" of a little vacation, but honestly his company is far more precious to me than this little adventure. Maybe one day . . . what do you think about a getaway to the Bay, hubby? For now, I'll buck up and enjoy my solitary wanderings and take this lesson on love, friendship, and other people to heart.

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