I know, I'm just too kind.
Anyway, on our last full day in San Francisco, Eric and I walked across the Golden Gate Bridge.
What really happened is that we had a minor lapse in communication.
(We've only been married 4 years you know. I'm expecting that this kind of thing will be happening for at least another year or two--right?)
As it turned out though, we decided to turn around somewhere between 3/4 and 9/10 of the way across. The walk was definitely giving us a nice view of the bay, but all the cars whizzing by made it a less than relaxing stroll. We couldn't really talk over the roar of the engines, and worst of all, there were these bikers that kept wanting a piece of our path (the nerve) which made it so we couldn't even hold hands. Sigh.
So, we gazed off at our sought after destination (and I made a promise to myself that the next time we were here we'd take a ferry and explore Sausalito once and for all), turned around, and started back. On the way back, we tried to guess at what point in the bridge it was that Magneto had broken it apart and moved it over to Alcatraz to save all mutantkind from being cured by Worthington labs. (Yes, I know it didn't really happen. All the same, it was fun to try to guess.)
|Eric bought me these glasses in Chinatown. Eric has a thing about knock-off sunglasses. These are supposedly Prada, but for $10 a pair, I'm kind of doubting it. They are my favorite sunglasses however.|
|Here's where we were when we turned around.|
|Another of the shots that drive me crazy when other people take them.|
|Carved on the railing around the place where we turned back. I thought it was cute. |
(It's tiny--I had to zoom zoom zoom in with the camera to get it this big.)
|A nice Dutch couple took this picture of us on our way back after I offered to take their picture.|
Once we got back to the mainland, we took a bus to the greatest sandwich shop the world has ever known, where Eric ordered a new one from the offerings (the Willie Brown Bird) and I stuck with my old favorite (the Parma). Then we strolled down to North Beach in a (sucessful) search for some gelato, which we ate as we walked the hour or so back to our hotel.
A delightful experience, miscommunication and all.