I wasn't really lost, I took some "lost time" during one of the lesser sessions at the conference I'm at yesterday. I took off on foot to Chinatown and enjoyed the sights and sounds of that neighborhood as it came to life. Shops were being opened and the local bakeries were filled with folks enjoying a morning meal. As I wandered around (hopeful that I wouldn't have to re-trace my steps) it was fun to see this neighborhood without throngs of tourists. I got pulled into a couple shops that had wonderful and colorful 'things' to buy, freshwater pearls, silk outfits, scarves, jade trinkets were presented similarly in each storefront. In spite of signs exclaiming "70% off" or "Everything Must Go" the prices seemed consistent between the stores. Bargains in Chinatown are not to be found, so I decided to only buy the things I thought were priced fairly and that I really wanted. It ended up being a small list, a purple silk outfit for Lucy and a cute "Chinese" looking magnet for my bulletin board.
Once done in that neighborhood I wandered towards the main shopping district downtown. I found a few treasures that seemed worthy to get. My criteria for acquisition included the "do I want to carry it" test.
I found a nice place to sit and enjoy lunch and in spite of the $17 tab for my sandwich, it had to be sent back to the kitchen due to a significant disagreement about what "medium" meant in relation to the doneness of the meat.
I decided to continue on foot back to the hotel. I was only nine blocks away. However, in San Francisco six of those nine were straight up hill. I took my time and enjoyed the warm but windy walk. My 'former fat girl' trick to a hilly walk is to cross periodically stop and cross the street to take a few steps at a non-incline. I know it means that the walk takes longer, but it works for me.
My face was quite pink and I was breathing rapidly when I got back to the hotel, but my walk was great and I feel like I experienced a nice slice of San Francisco.
The night before we were at the waterfront and had an event at the aquarium. I zipped into the Hard Rock Cafe and picked up a treat for my guy. It's a good thing too, because as I was packing my treasures from my day out it was clear that everything was for Lucy or me, but not for Jason. Sorry honey, maybe I'll find something at the HMS Host store at the airport.
I found a nice place to sit and enjoy lunch and in spite of the $17 tab for my sandwich, it had to be sent back to the kitchen due to a significant disagreement about what "medium" meant in relation to the doneness of the meat.
I decided to continue on foot back to the hotel. I was only nine blocks away. However, in San Francisco six of those nine were straight up hill. I took my time and enjoyed the warm but windy walk. My 'former fat girl' trick to a hilly walk is to cross periodically stop and cross the street to take a few steps at a non-incline. I know it means that the walk takes longer, but it works for me.
My face was quite pink and I was breathing rapidly when I got back to the hotel, but my walk was great and I feel like I experienced a nice slice of San Francisco.
The night before we were at the waterfront and had an event at the aquarium. I zipped into the Hard Rock Cafe and picked up a treat for my guy. It's a good thing too, because as I was packing my treasures from my day out it was clear that everything was for Lucy or me, but not for Jason. Sorry honey, maybe I'll find something at the HMS Host store at the airport.
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