Thursday, March 28, 2013

The wild parrots of Telegraph Hill.

Sooo we were all the way at the bottom of the hills, at the shorefront, and the burgeoning wildlife enthusiast within me, buoyed by the recent sea lion success, felt that we needed to track down the parrots of Telegraph Hill, and while we're at it, why not climb to Coit Tower at the top? I mean, I'm not wearing the appropriate shoes for it, but it sounds fun (story of my life)! And so, with no vague notion of where the birds might be, we began the climb.


I'M COMING FOR YOU, TOWER.

RIGHT AFTER I STOP DYING.
We rounded a corner halfway up and were greeted with furious squawking. Parrots ahoy! I'll spare you pictures of all ten of them, but what fun.


We took a bus back down the hill (I think we're doing it wrong) and walked through North Beach, which reminded me of Paris, and after a quick stop at City Lights bookshop, wound our way through Chinatown. And then my feet fell off, the end. Very sad.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

See (sea) lions.

Someone was excited about sea lions. 
We didn't really relish the idea of spending gobs of time on Fisherman's Wharf (we've got Navy Pier for that sort of thing, thank you), but one of us (hint: not David) wanted to see the pile of sea lions on Pier 39. We hopped on a street car (another hint: between the buses, trains, and streetcars, the 3 day pass more than paid for itself, highly recommended) and headed for the water. We saw old boats, old sea lions, old-fashioned candy (yesss Ice Cubes), and old carousels before we managed to extract ourselves from the waterfront. And then...we climbed Telegraph Hill. Another riveting story for another time!




Monday, March 25, 2013

On a mission.


We spent a part of almost every day snacking in the Mission District, with is both home and work for two of my amazing friends there, Josh & Jordan. It's hills and colors and bookshops and dogs and cafes and donut shops (I've officially eaten chocolate-rose-geranium-hazelnut and apricot cardamom donuts now, check that off my list) (man, emily, that's a weirdly specific list). 
Jordan ditched Chicago for SF a couple of years ago. 70 degrees and hills? FINE, i get it.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Golden afternoon.


I mean, who could possibly guess where this was taken? We headed to the west coast for a few days of above-freezing temperatures; now we're back in 15 degrees and wondering if it's time to move. We smooshed a lot into four days, along with a few friends, but I thought I'd start with the obvious.

Desperately trying to not look like someone who just got vertigo in the middle of a bridge. 
Something's been spotted?
It's THIS GUY, who you totally can't see, but is a sea lion. HELLO!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

My kind of town.

When you live a few blocks away from Wrigley Field and head downtown for work every morning, it can be easy to start to take the city for granted. That's why I love having visitors -- I secretly love getting to play tourist when it means taking the time to actually look up at the gorgeous buildings, admiring Cloud Gate, play on Picasso sculptures, stop in Gotham, and sneak pictures in the bathroom on the 96th floor of the John Hancock building.  
Jes & Olivia







Jes' overnight bag