My favorite city in the whole world…How I miss you!
The first time I visited this amazing city, I will never forget. I was probably around 7 or 8 and my parents and I were on a west coast camping extravaganza for the summer. We were camped somewhere near the Redwood Forest and drove our camper truck into the city. I held on tight up in my bunk bed above the cab of the truck, laying on my stomach as I always did, watching out the large rectangular window as my dad carefully hugged the curvy road that would lead us there. As we came around the bend, there she was: The Golden Gate Bridge, in all her glory with the most amazingly scenic city shining behind her.
Photo by Naz Hamin
I got my first pair of gold hoop earrings that trip. They were so so tiny but my mom had always told me that hoops were for older girls so I thought I was pretty awesome wearing them. I still have one of them floating around in my jewelry box.
I was completely awestruck by the hills and the spectacular architecture. Even as a little girl, I knew this was special.
Palace of Fine Art
I held on REALLY tight up in my perch above the cab of the truck as we went down Lombard Street
Street cars were beyond fascinating
as was the hustle and bustle of China Town
And the food….OMG….the food. Sour dough bread to this day is my favorite bread EVER. It's also my waist line's worst enemy. Moderation…just repeat that
Ferry Building Market Place
Ferry Building Market Place
So it was only natural that as I grew up and further explored this love of my life, this place that holds so many special memories that I should consider it my second home. I know that city like a local and yet I'm always surprised to find something new. It's so full of hidden treasure.
It is also completely natural that I would become a life long 49er fan…you know, that little old team that's planing in New Orleans this weekend in the Super Bowl. Sorry, I can't help but brag a little. After all, I can't help but feel that my rooting and hoping and cheering (and the occasional weird ritual to guarantee a win…I'm not telling you what it is, so don't bother asking) had something to do with their success.
BEST TEAM EVER!
Joe Montana, the man!
Joe Montana was my all time favorite quarterback. The baton has been passed a few times and it's been 18 years since the Niners have been to the Super Bowl
Colin Kaepernick, 49er quarterback
If we win, we'll be tied with the Steelers for Super Bowl wins 6-0!
Good luck boys! This is the first time in history that the coaches of both teams playing are brothers. Harbaugh vs. Harbaugh bowl. Can't wait!
Have a great weekend. Even if you don't care about the game one way or another, I hope you enjoy some great food and time with friends and family. Super Bowl is like a holiday at our house so we will be celebrating accordingly.
And if you have never visited San Francisco and you have the opportunity, DO NOT MISS IT. It's worth it!
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Funny how just a few weeks ago I was complaining about how warm our Texas weather was…where was the Christmas-ness?
Fast forward a few weeks to our cruise to Cozumel, where we spend 5 days on the ocean, enjoying 80 degree weather and fruity drinks on the water with umbrellas in them and I can say, I wasn’t missing winter AT ALL!
I’m getting ahead of myself though…
Before we sailed off onto the ocean blue, we spent the morning in Galveston.
May I say, what a fascinating town! So much history and unusual culture. At one time, it was the hub of all things international, imports, exports, etc. There was a LOT of money made there by immigrants who saw unlimited opportunity and in doing so, they built homes that told the world of their success.
I wish we’d had more time to explore the streets but here’s a peak at what caught my eye:
The Trube House absolutely fascinated me. I kept imagining what it must have been like to live in back when it was new and shiny and must have been the envy of all the neighbors… that is, until the next bigger better was built. Today, we call them McMansions. Seems it’s not such a new idea.
I kept wondering if the family’s descendants who still apparently live there ever hear things going bump in the night. It’s weirdly beautiful and creepy at the same time.
And…it’s got its own marble sidewalk for crying out loud!
Not to mention, a knight/butler and a lion to greet you at the door.
Across the street from the Trube House was this:
Rising from the ashes
Rising from the Ashes
Rising from the Ashes
I wish so badly I had more information about this tree. It was clearly burnt and very dead but someone managed to find beauty in it and turn it into art. I can only imagine that it may have meant something to someone and was probably very old, as are all of the trees that lined the street we were on. I just loved this interpretation.
Imagine back before air conditioning in the gulf of Mexico and how invaluable a sleeping porch would have been…as if it did any good. It was January when we were there and the humidity had my hair frizzing like my 8h grade school picture. I can’t imagine how it must have been back then but at least the house was pretty!
And then down the street, we saw these:
As we walked by a man came out the front door to get his morning paper and I so desperately wanted to ask him if we could peak inside but I refrained from appearing to be a possible grifter who may be casing the joint. I’m good that way.
and again, I find myself looking up at that attic window wondering what it would be like to explore up there, ghosts and all!
and I found myself wondering what all this tree has seen over its lifetime and what it has yet to see.