We hiked along the coast for incredible views of the Golden Gate Bridge
Ghirardelli Square to pier 39 and soaked up all that the city has to offer. Trish’s hot fresh tiny donuts, musical stairs, in n out, it’s-its, cable cars, the fisherman’s wharf, vw vans everywhere, people snorting drugs outside their boxes along tent city under the freeway, hilly row houses and crooked Lombard Street. The city was empty and much cleaner than I’ve ever seen it. (Except the tent city part, that’s the same) and it was a sunny, warm, clear, gorgeous, unforgettable day.
We hit super taqueria in Gilroy for dinner and I gave my girls the nickel tour of my hometown right after the sun set. We drive past my childhood home (now owned by the brother of Sheena Torres, my high school badminton doubles partner), and I showed them my high school, (well just the parking lot, track/football field, and pools because that’s what was open, and they got to see the little outdoor corridor between the choir/band rooms and the theatre where I spent every lunch hour and break with my friends.
The girls loved the painted parking spaces for seniors and thought that was a fundraiser BHS should adopt.
We drove on to Hotel Pacific in Monterey and found Slurpees at 7-11 and more it’s-its because they’re the best.
