April 11-14, 2019
We flew from rainy Portland to sunny San Francisco, with no views until we emerged from the clouds just in time to see the cliffs of Marin County, the Golden Gate Bridge, and all of San Francisco beneath us.
We lived, studied and worked in San Francisco and surrounds from the mid-70’s to mid-80’s, but I have not been back for more than ten years. We were there for a 35th Reunion for my husband. Activities were set in the Embarcadero/Financial District, so we spent most of our time there. We walked a lot (16 miles!), talked a lot, and had some delicious food. A very pleasant, if exhausting weekend.
We rode BART from the airport, mostly underground, but above ground long enough to see the ‘Little Boxes’ near Daly City.
My first view of downtown, emerging into sunshine from the underground Embarcadero BART Station onto Market Street, was of the Ferry Building, while a street busker was singing Hallelujah.
That evening we took the Muni Metro to The Castro to meet a friend for dinner at Tara Indian.
Friday we walked to the Ferry Building,
along the Embarcadero,
then up Broadway to City Lights Books,
then back to the Ferry Building.
After dinner at Osha Thai on the Embarcadero, we walked down to see the lights on the Bay Bridge.
Saturday we visited the Farmer’s Market at the Ferry Building, then walked up to Chinatown.
In the evening we attended the main reunion event in the Hyatt Regency. The Atrium is an amazing indoor space that brought to mind the Ministry of Magic. Lighted elevator capsules slide up and down, sharply angled walls are juxtaposed with an organic sculpture in the foreground.
Sunday, we attended a brunch in a friend’s home near the Presidio before heading to the airport. One last look at Mt Diablo and the North Bay, then we were above clouds until the Columbia River and Portland.
I have many fond memories of places that did not fit our schedule on this brief trip, especially Golden Gate Park, the Presidio, the beach areas. I am from California, and of California. Being in California feels like going home though it has not been my home for a very long time. I hope to visit again soon!
I managed to turn the heel on the second sock while flying home.
And our crab apple tree is finally in bloom!