let's just say four days of hill treading, bus riding, restroom waiting and constant coffee drinking paired with three nights of twin-bed sharing isn't for the faint-hearted. not to mention having to deal with Francisco's temperamental mood changes...only he can pull off all four seasons in a day. 70% of my luggage went virtually untouched, thanks a lot buddy. okay, but seriously, enough with the bitchin right?
so i spent the last couple of days touring San Francisco, which is something i've never done before even though i've been to San Francisco close to a bajillion times. i managed to snap some glorious (ere go the narcissism part) pictures of the pier on the way to Fisherman's Wharf. with my Blue Bottle Coffee in hand and wind in my hair.. it was pretty damn close to perfection.