During Covid, when Will, Jess, Chitunga, and I would hike, Will and I used to marvel at how fast Jess and Chitunga can move in their steps. I texted early to say, "Kid, you go all the way. I'll get there, but I can't go as quickly as you do." We started with a visit to San Francisco University, founded in 1855, with one of the most beautiful cathedrals I've ever seen. The campus is simply stunning and the climb up to see over much of the city was beautiful.
But then we climbed down to find the Golden Gate Park, walked its entirety to the Pacific Ocean, then grabbed a drink at a beach bar, before taking a trolly back to the Wharf where we're staying.
I could walk Golden Gate Park over and over again. There is so much to see, it's clean, it's super diverse, and everyone seems to be there to recreate. I got my pace going, worked up a sweat, and by the time I made it to the ocean, the winds dried me off and caused me to freeze. It was cold by the water.
These hotel prices are something, though, and it's one of those, "When in Rome...well, San Francisco...pay what the Romans pay." Phew. It is something.
I keep waiting for my legs to be sore from all the inclines (and they hurt), but it's nothing too painful. I guess it's because I walk so much at home...just not as far or as quick to try to keep up with Chitunga.
And we finished it off with another Jazz concert, this time starting
Frank Catalano, whose resume was quite impressive. His talent on the saxophone was out of this world. We went out for Moroccon food (it was okay) and spend a fortune on another concert - actually, Tunga picked up this one as it was his spur of the moment idea. Definitely an exhausting Sunday and not one for rest like it is supposed to be.
Not sure what is in store today but I overheard him talking about more hiking. Bless my feet and legs. Pray for the muscles. Give me the mental strength to persevere. Memories are being made.
