San Francisco will always be special to me. It was the entry point to my first visit
abroad 25 years ago. At that time, I was
enthralled by its many man-made structures.
The bridge, the cable cars and the quaint houses on both sides of its many
winding streets. Let’s not forget the
touristy boardwalk with a variety of shops, street performers and
restaurants.
With each visit, I saw a different side of San Francisco.
One year, a sister and I took a ferry and explored China town. Another time, we
checked out the thrift stores. There was
an unforgettable car ride on a foggy afternoon that ended with a big bowl of clam
chowder on a chilly night out.
A year ago, accompanied
by two other sisters, a brother-in-law, my mother and a nephew, we ventured out
of San Francisco city and op to explore nearby Half Moon Bay. (if interested, here's my take on that day: When Serendipity Took The Driver's Seat) I can
still remember how the cold wind wiped my hair into my face as we walked along
the beach.
