We set out for the day, having no real plans, but some general idea of what we'd like to do. We find the BART to be confusing because it's not very "tourist-friendly" and I'm determined to make sure we don't look like tourists. We get off at Embarcadero and find ourselves in the financial district. We're blown away by the architecture. We head for some tower and see a farmer's market. I convince Brianne not to blow all her money on tamales. Not yet, anyways.
We keep walking and find Pier 39. It's an interesting place, but I suppose it would be more so if you had money to spend at the shops. We sit to have lunch and watch sea lions play on floating rafts. We befriend a man who tells us from the Netherlands, and we spend an hour talking to him. He works for an airline company and he's just in town for a day or two.
We go to look at this cool submarine, but take a detour into this strange warehouse. It turns out to be a arcade museum, and we walk around looking at player pianos, fortune telling gypsies, and pac-man machines. Some attractions that are so old, they look like they are made out of toothpicks and when you put in a quarter, they dance or move around. It's incredible how these things still work.
We continue on to Fisherman's Wharf, and Brianne stops to get fish and chips. Coming all this way, how could she not? There's a stall with bubble machines blowing all over the place, and pinwheels are just a blur as they spin in the wind. Some people are playing music across the street and the sun is warm on our faces and everything is just so lovely, that we wonder how we're lucky enough.
We happen upon this really beautiful looking park, and walk across the grass. It moves, and we're really curious but also a little bit disturbed. A man who may or may not be homeless stops to tell us that it's because there are high tides. I suppose this makes sense, but I question it still to this day. He tells us about his career as a chef, and all the different companies he cooked for.
We go up the hill to Ghirardelli, but walk past this art gallery and decide to take an impromptu detour. They are having a Dali exhibit, and we look at the art. It might be the only time I see real Dali pieces in my life. What a man. Then we continue up the hill. Despite the fact that Brianne is lactose intolerant, everyone has told her that she needs to have some of this ice cream. She gets a dark chocolate topping and she shares it with me. It was divine. Probably the best ice cream I've ever had. We catch a bus and take the BART home.
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