In a Coastal City Far Far Away…

Although I have ventured into northeastern states such as Connecticut and Massachusetts and as far south as Texas, this is my first time visiting the West. Before being selected for the trip, I had a general idea of San Francisco’s culture and professional background. I knew that San Francisco was not only home to innovation (high tech and medical research) but was also rooted in music. The San Francisco Symphony, the San Francisco Ballet, and the San Francisco Ballet are all acclaimed throughout the world. Many unique street festivals such as the Chinese New Year Parade and Carnaval are held here as well. There is also a big sports culture around teams such as the Giants, the 49ers, and the Golden State Warriors.

Traveling with peers proved once again how rewarding it can be, just as I had traveled with other students to D.C. or in school trips. Not only is traveling with others safe, but also more enjoyable in that all can share the fun and reflect on those memorable experiences together. Traveling on my own can be quite lonely and I will crave someone to talk to.

Speaking of traveling in groups, this past weekend we visited Lombard Street, Fisherman’s Wharf, and the Golden Gate Bridge. Lombard Street is a beautiful (dazzling with flowers!) yet very crooked street. And this is the reason why you don’t need to go the gym here because San Francisco boasts some of the steepest streets ever on the planet of Earth. Climbing up to Lombard Street is no exception.


After taking a full book’s worth of pictures, we traveled to Fisherman’s Wharf.


We strolled around the historic pier, with a breathtaking view of the USS Mills (DE-383), a destroyer escort built for the U.S. Navy during World War II, that transported us back to when sailors braved the seas without any showers. The seafood stands there sold amazing crab sandwiches, crab legs, clam chowder bread bowls, and lobster roll sandwiches. Luckily, we also had the chance to watch Boudoin bakers busy at work crafting batches of bread as well as a fun appearance of an alligator sourdough bread by the window.


Unfortunately, we did not have time to greet the sea lions, but we will treasure their playful spirits forever in our hearts. On the brave yet treacherous journey to the Golden Gate Bridge, the merciless wind nipped our faces and the sand clawed our eyelids. Finally, we stood beneath the imposing bridge (luckily not shrouded by fog) with the waves galloping ashore and…the day was ours.


I am eager to see what future adventures await us as each journey brings waves of excitement and mystery.