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For the last few weeks, Molly and I had been planning to head down to San Francisco with the desire to surprise my brother. Even his wife Liz was in on it, which helped immensely, as we planned to meet up at one of his favourite restaurants, and eagerly awaited to see what would happen.

As it turned out, the look of surprise was only on his face for a split second, before he burst into laughter at how we just showed up, seemingly out of no where. I couldn’t have asked for a better reaction. 

Check it out: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lQVJEi_XQ3c

San Francisco was just as beautiful as I remembered it, but this trip we got to know the city for what it is: a city. Before, Molly and I walked away from San Francisco seeing it as a utopia, which is many ways it still is, but as with all cities, there are some shady aspects. There are a great many homeless people always asking for change, or urinating in the streets, and a number of mentally-disturbed people walking around shouting their heads off. This, of course, was mostly observed in the downtown region, and we also happened to be near the “Tenderloin”, which is a neighbourhood that is best described as “sketchy”. Every city has an area like this, so it’s easy to pass quick judgement, and I shall refrain from doing so.

All in all, it was a great trip down to San Francisco, and it was awesome to hang out with Greg and Liz again. Our two resident experts of the city (pun intended), they introduced us to new delights, and expanded our knowledge of the metropolis they reside in. Molly and I also found some new places as we wandered around, and wander around we did; on an average of 7km per day, we racked up at least 28km of travelling by foot. Going up the hills was a task in itself, especially while we journeyed with our luggage, but we enjoyed the exercise involved, which helped as we weren’t really following our diets… hey, we were on vacation, remember?  

As with any travelling, it’s always good to be home. My father was kind enough to take care of the cats while we were gone, and the little furballs welcomed our arrival with plenty of meows and excessive purring. Looks like they didn’t trash the place while we were away.

And so ends a highly-anticipated trip. I’ll probably write more as I think about it, as a lot of amusing things happened. Pictures are located in my gallery.

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