San Fran

San Francisco is a truly beautiful city. Approaching from the north the Golden Gate sneaks up on you (or rather, you on it) as it is obscured by the hills until you are almost on top of it. It certainly is a tremendous bridge with an equally impressive view of the city that looms bright and hilly in the distance. I spent most of my day doing cliched touristy stuff, i.e. visiting Coit Tower, Fisherman's Wharf and Haight St. However, despite its grandeur San Fran is missing one thing. It's not home. Having seen so many fantastic cities so far on this trip I am amazed at how unique each of them is. In my naivety I used to think a city was a city was a city, and so on, but I am quickly realizing that each has it's own feel and character. On paper most of these places seem to have the leg up on Boston, but there is something intangible about it, something familiar that I can't quite put my finger on. Maybe I'm just homesick, but I suddenly feel very alone here. I am really looking forward to LA to see my good friend from high school, but first a day at Yosemite and Big Sur, respectively. Hopefully some more American Beauty can cure what ails me. I'll be sure to check in again once I'm in LA. In the meantime, to any of my friends back home who are reading this, I miss you all.

The Golden Gate at the end of the day.

View of the skyline from atop Telegraph Hill.