San Francisco is the west coast city that most reminds me of NYC… sort of. I’m staying in a neighborhood called the Mission District. Renting an excellent studio here for a couple of days and this apartment is very, very nice. The neighborhood is mostly mexican, ethnic, with murals everywhere I look. Great food, coffee, bakeries, bookstores, etc…
This weekend I started to feel the weight of seven weeks on the road. I got a little tired and took it easy compared to the pace I had been moving at. I still managed to be a tourist and shamelessly rode the convertible tour bus which happened to be great. I did the fishermans war, Chinatown thing and made my way to the museum of craft and design. I did need to chill out in the evenings as I was starting to feel a little worn down.
As legend has it, the city is very hilly however there are not hills everywhere. The neighborhood I’m in is flat, as many are. I did seek out Lombard and Filmore Streets to get a sense of the hills and it was a lot of fun. I stumbled across Coit Tower on Telegraph hill and had an excellent vantage point for some good photos of the city. This afternoon I'm headed across the bay to Berkley and tomorrow I’m off to points north.
Berkley is home to Anne's, Aunt Jean. I had met Jean on a couple of occasions when she visited Hoboken. I was welcomed by Jean and Charles like I was family and they cooked a delicious dinner of grilled pork loin with a spicy pepper sauce complimented beautifully by a pear chutney. Garlic sautéd spinach with roasted onions and a delicious wild rice. As if this wasn't enough Charles baked three separate strawberry, peach and apple tarts. I was in heaven. Hospitality like this so far from home really makes the traveling worth it. Again and again people are so kind and go out of their way to be excellent hosts. I am very lucky.