"Breann, the only way we'd be able to move to San Francsico is if we sell all of our stuff and downsize from a house to a studio apartment."
"Well who really even needs furniture anyway?"
The above conversation snippet came just before we walked into dinner at a small Indian restaurant off Columbus Street. We had walked around most of the day and this was probably the umpteenth time I asked Ben if we could move to the Bay Area.
Something about San Francisco has always made me feel at home even though I've never spent more than a couple days there at a time. Maybe it's the way it beautifully molds the stacked city with California vibes. It could be the houses built on crazy hills, the food, or the fog that slowly envelops everything as the sun begins to set. It could very well be the free chocolates they hand out at Ghirardelli Square to be perfectly honest.
I often picture myself living there and dreaming of what my life would be like outside of the desert. I imagine riding my beach cruiser to the ferry building for fresh produce and flowers, then stopping for clam chowder with sourdough bread on my way home. We could spend our weekends taking the dogs on hikes through the Muir Woods, touring Sonoma, or having a beach day in Santa Cruz. Of course we would find our favorite restaurant tucked away somewhere quiet and hold hands as we walk home.
I know it's a silly notion at this point in our lives, and far from the reality of what it's actually like to live in an expensive city. We'd probably be working like crazy just to support ourselves and pay rent on said apartment. Until we make our millions I'm happy to settle with traveling there for now. I'm so grateful we were able to spend 4th of July in such a fun place with our friends, and enjoy the cool weather for a day.
We began the day at Fisherman's Wharf grabbing lunch amidst all the holiday chaos. On our way over we watched some street performers for a few minutes, which I typically don't care to do, but these guys were pretty good. I was only annoyed when they gave us crap about walking away. Sorry dudes, I was starving. I can't remember the name of the place we ate but it was packed with people trying to get a glimpse of the Brazil and Colombia game. I ordered Fish and Chips, which are a must while near the water. Afterward, Jeff and Mandi searched for a candy shop, while Ben and I made our way around the pier admiring the boats. We talked about how we'd love to have a wooden sail boat some day that we could take friends on and explore with. We had hoped to see the infamous sea lions sunbathing on their docks, but they weren't there that day.
With an afternoon of time to burn we elected to take a boat tour of the bay. Instead of going on one of the huge city tour ships we took a private smaller boat instead. You can find them along a strip of dock on the sidewalk just down from the San Franciscan. You'll see a bunch of posters advertising deep sea fishing guides and such, but you'll find one or two boats doing hour long tours amongst them. I have to say that this is the way to go! It's cheaper, you don't have to wait forever in line, and they give you more interesting facts about the city and surrounding areas. It took us past the usual sites of city views, Golden Gate, Sausalito, and Alcatraz. Of course it was freezing and a little more rocky out on the water, but that made the experience all the better in my opinion.
We couldn't leave without visiting Ghirardelli and relaxing at the park near Pier 39. After dinner we came back to the park to watch fireworks. They had a live band playing music, and just before the show started they began playing "Lights" by Journey. Nearly every person around us sang along... a very cool San Fransciso moment. The fireworks were amazing. With the fog they were illuminated even more throughout the sky. I loved seeing them reflected on the water dotted with the boats. It was the perfect 4th of July, I hope we can do it again!