As some of you are aware, my flight benefits kicked in on Friday and Sarah and I decided to take advantage of this opportunity to visit the beautiful city of Saint Frances for those of you who don't speak Spanish. We woke up early in the morning and took the first flight and then we got back home around 8:30 pm.
That is all.
Just kidding, of course there is more to the story than that. We flew into SFO and took the BART (a public transportation system) to the city. We got off and began our walking. We walked and walked and walked, some people were skipping, but not us. We came upon many types of people and places as we journeyed to the edge of the city. While we were walking to the Bay, we passed through Chinatown. It is now time to play a game. The game is called "Where are Trent & Sarah?" In this first picture you must find Sarah.
Now it gets a little more difficult; find Trent.
As you can see from the pictures, it was hard to find me when I wandered off from Sarah. We saw many raw chickens and looks of different kinds of meats and smelled a lot of garlic (how much garlic you might ask; let me put it this way, it was about as strong a garlic smell as after Dad has visited Lee's Mongolian). We then went through a part of town that must have been little Italy or something and finally we made it to Fisherman's Wharf. It was here that we first laid our eyes on the Golden Gate Bridge and Dad's former residence, Alcatraz.
We ate some clam chowder out of a sourdough bowl, it was tasty. We then ventured out on a boat for a tour around the Bay. We went under the GG Bridge (I bet Grandma Porter enjoyed San Francisco just for that reason) and went around Alcatraz.
Take a moment to admire the amazing abilities Trent has at capturing a postcard shot of the bridge.
Oops, wrong picture.
After our voyage, we stopped for a bit of ice cream from Ghirardelli Square. It was mighty scrumdiddlyumptous.
We then journeyed back to the center of the city and snapped some great shots for you to admire. Look closely at the statues in the fountain in front of the cathedral and you will find some remarkable resemblences to Brandon, I guess they must have sculpted the statues as exact replicas of his body...at least parts of it.
It was a most triumphant journey through the city of San Francisco. We are going to go back again and may even throw on a pair of roller blades to tour GG Park...which is probably where a certain Uncle first heard the phrase "Cool roller blades, dudes!" GG Park, roller blades, San Francisco...I think we all know which Uncle I am refering to. I think in all we walked about 20 miles or something like that; my legs are still killing me. But, it was well worth it. Sarah and I had a blast!!
Love,
Trenton
1 comment:
Wait a second - you didn't try any of Saint Frances famous baked spaghetti?
Hey - that was cool trip. I'll bet it was almost as much fun as I had when I rode my Honda 100 down to Aunt Virgies.
You didn't take a picture of your soup. I would have taken a picture of my soup and then posted it on the blog.
You have to wait a long time for your photos to post. Sometimes you have to try 3 or 4 times.
I'm glad you took Sarah Diane along to protect you from all the gay guys that were checking you out you handsome son of a gun.
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