Family Vacation Overhaul in San Francisco
My sister Beth took a job at Alcatraz back in April. It's a temporary gig, and she didn’t know how long she’d be out there for, so before she could even get her bearings, my sisters and I were like, we’re planning a visit and you’re the tour guide so you better know everything about San Francisco, great and thanks.
Beth, of course, was cool w/ this plan. She’s the laid back one.
When we were telling our parents about our eventual sistas trip out west, they decided it sounded like too much fun and before we knew it, a huge McCarthy vacation was being planned, circa 1995 when we would load up the family station wagon and head to Philadelphia/Baltimore/Toronto for a week of family togetherness and general misery.
This time we were all flying separately and booked an Air B&B so we had our own space and we’re all adults so we figured our parents couldn’t just drag us to the mint and embarrass us by packing lunches and having spontaneous park bench picnics when normal families paid the money to eat at the nearby restaurant. Funnily enough, we did end up packing lunches and eating on park benches b/c you can take the girl out of McCarthy (by marriage), but you can’t take the McCarthy out of the girl.
San Francisco is incredible. I can’t believe two weeks ago we were wandering Chinatown and eating fortune cookies fresh from the assembly line oven and zipping along on a cable car and now I’m back in Massachusetts w/ the humidity and the thunderstorms and wondering why the east coast has anyone living here at all when the west coast is clearly where it’s at.
Looking for recommendations? Let me know! I’m basically a local after all the research I did.
What I absolutely don’t recommend is taking the train from the airport to a station two miles from your lodging and walking said miles as your first memory of the city. Sure, it’s nice and flat and interesting at first, but a mile in you spy the infamous hills the city is so known for and realize it’s not so much an incline as a steep stairway to hell. Soon enough you’re lugging your suitcase behind you and arguing w/ your partner about whose brilliant idea this was and resigned to spending the rest of the trip icing your calves.
Still, I’d take that gnarly walk, suitcase in hand, right now if it meant being back together w/ my family, slathering on sunscreen every hour on the hour and arguing over whose turn it is to carry the backpacks (ugh, NOT mine).
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Also, it wasn't just the climb itself that made the walk awful. It was learning on our return trip that a door-to-door Lyft ride was only $8 more than our BART ride + 2 mile walk. Le sigh.
My Lyft back to the airport was WAY more than what I hoped it would be, but maybe that is because I was coming from Sausalito (heavy emphasis on the first syllable is recommended).
You didn't mention all the great places we ate, maybe that is a separate post.