I can’t decide if I should nod affirmatively or cringe every time someone says “You’re never coming back home, are you?” It’s either a sign that I seriously hate my home all the time or I just love to explore my options. I like to think it’s the latter. Either way, I’m well aware of the fact that I fall victim to the “escape itch” precisely every two years–in cities, relationships, careers and everything. And while Charlotte has already reached its expiration date for me, I know I won’t be going anywhere any time soon so I figure a little wanderlust is always welcome.
Last weekend I had the chance to travel to San Francisco for the first time to represent Y2 Yoga and Front Desk at the Yoga Journal Conference. Despite total jet lag delirium coming down from my trip to Tanzania, I am positive that the city by the bay is my spirit animal.
San Francisco is not without its shortcomings. For one, parking blows. As in, there is no parking whatsoever so you might as well just prepare to walk everywhere but OH WAIT it’s actually called hiking here because walking down the street is like scaling a mountain. (I was sweating.) And for another, no one is all that out-of-their-way nice. Charlotte will slather you in sticky sweet Southern hospitality so thick you’ll need a dictionary to decode it (and a shower afterwards). We’re all “bless your heart” and “baby” down here, but in San Fran I had many a store clerk just stare at me blankly until I gave up and walked out. (It’s probably because I say “San Fran”.)
I’m not saying I want Southern hospitality everywhere I go (I am the antithesis of Southern hospitality), but I do think that “Hi my phone died and it’s my only map of the city and I’m basically lost; do you have an electrical outlet?” would be best met with a “Sure, baby. Would you also like a biscuit while your phone charges?”
Can’t win ’em all.
The point is San Francisco is awesome even if there is nowhere to park or charge your phone. I also thoroughly enjoyed fielding questions from Californians about North Carolina: How close is it to New York? I went to Texas once. (WHAT.) Is it freezing there? Dawson’s Creek? I cannot even deal with these questions.
Anyway, I spent a whole lot of my time at the convention but did sneak away to explore. One day I rented a bike–my absolute favorite way to see a new city–and rode the Golden Gate Bridge. Here are some of the highlights:
produce at the farmers market | y2 + front desk + yoga journal = win | looking up market st | mushrooms out of control | cowgirl creamery vegetarian chili and acme cheddar sourdough (DEAR GOD) | honesty counts | golden gate bridge | hyatt on embarcadero, hello sparkly lights | down by the bay