San Francisco, where the houses are pastel and the streets are steep. Supposedly also the place where you wear flowers in your hair but I done and did the research and saw none. This was our last stop of the summer trip, and I don’t know if it was the exhaustion or the never-ending struggle with my hair (so.much.wind.) but it didn’t immediately charm me in the way I expected it to. The fact that you can’t take a simple stroll without feeling like you’re climbing a mountain – I’m not even exaggerating – and the fickle weather might have something to do with that. On the other hand, it’s one of the most non-American cities I’ve visited so far – which is a welcome change from time to time. I especially enjoyed our visit to Alcatraz (I’ll dedicate a separate post on that later) the trip to the Golden Gate bridge and strolling around Fisherman’s Wharf.
Even though the place I used to see in all the TV-shows I watched, loved and only feel slightly ashamed about now (I’m talking about you, Charmed) wasn’t everything I expected it to be, I still enjoyed it and would most certainly recommend a visit. Just remember to bring a jacket, decent walking shoes and explore like you never did before – or as an inhabitant put it so nicely on his window: get off your big fat tour bus and enjoy San Francisco.