"Every experience is unrepeatable"

I've seen and done so much over the past weeks that it's hard to believe that I've only been away 1 month and it's almost time for me to leave America for Europe....this is our last day in San Fran and it's a bittersweet feeling as it marks the end of my voyage across the US but the beginning of my independence (oh dear!) I'm not home sick yet, I thought I might be but home seems like a world away....there's so much happening here and there's still so much to discover and experience, I feel like I've just tested the water and I'm very much looking forward to diving in!
Ok so the past couple of days Louise and I have been wandering the streets of San Fran discovering cool little streets and more ridiculously steep streets (my poor poor calves) Yesterday we walked East to have a guided tour through one of the Victorian houses which line so many of the streets here.

It was built in 1855 and reflected the opulance characteristic

of the Victorian period; large, vaulted ceilings, marble fire

places and beautiful stained, arched windows.

After this we wondered down the road to whole foods (to non Americans/ travellers, wholefoods

is a massive Organic food supermarket) and I made myself a salad from lunch....in wholefoods

they have all the ingredients you could possibly want to make a salad from and you can just mix and match as you desire....I'm not so good with so many options and end up making the most ridiculous (but so delicious) looking salad ever.

So we took out lunch to the nearby park to consume and watch a friendly game of softball going

on across the street......and then Louise had a nap

in the sun, I also napped....until it got cold and we

had to move on.

and thennnnn we went on a search for debaunchery....and found ghetto street instead...

But we made it out alive....San Fran sure does have alot of bums, but usually they're rather nice....

So we walked the streets some more and finally discovered our street but we had to walk up a 30 degree incline just to get half way to our hostel...

But there were really pretty views once we reached the top....see Alcatraz (the prison island) in the background.

awwwwwwwww...

Love you guys xoxoxox

Charrrr

1st time blogger, long time reader

Hello fans of the very exciting first edition of my travel blog,

So Louise and I have made it to San Fransisco, which means I've been away for almost a whole month now! I'll just quickly update you on the previous 3 weeks....

Arrived in NY Aug 1st, spent around 2 weeks with Sanna in her Lower East side crib and with Allie in her Southern New Jersey Farm, spent some time in Pensylvania and Philly, Conneticut and upstate NY before Louise and I left for Vegas on the 18th.

Vegas = 4 days ofsleeping till 1, intense heat, large frozen cocktails, losing money and taking naps by the pool.

LA = 3 days of all-day walking, amazing vintage shops, flea markets and road sales, site seeing, people watching, free (perhaps fermented) wine and romantic dusk bike rides.

San Fran = Huge dept stores, lots of National Parks, went bike riding in the Golden Gate Park

and had a small picnic (had to hide our food from

the park bums) - schitzophrenia seems to be

quite big here... and then walked around and

shopped in the hippy district.

Bought ingredients

for Sangria and had a pleasant evening.

Ok! So we're almost up-to-date now....get comfy friends as it's going to get a bit more nitty-gritty here on in....

San Fran day 3:

Day begins being rudely awakened by some strangers alarm: welcome to hostel living. Jumped off my bed still half blind from sleep and walked down stairs to find a free bathroom....got hungry so wandered into the kitchen to make myself some (free) waffles. Made conversation with cute Belgium boy about the 'Burning Man Festival' - (a festival out in the desert of Nevada - 2 hours from any town where around 65,000 people congregate for a week or 2 to build a small city which becomes the 4th largest in Nevada upon completion.....they party and then burn the city down and go home...hippies...

Went back to room, scalded myself in the crappy shower (shower only goes on or off, you can't

actually change the temp) dressed and walked

down the street to get some coffee.

We journeyed towards Lombard Street through China Town to reach the 'crookedest street in

the world' where we jumped retardedly and hung off signs

for some classic lomo shots.

It was around mid day that we caught a bus down the beginning of the Golden Gate Bridge where we walked....and stopped to take photos....and walked....photos and then walked some more until we reached the end wheree we realised there were no buses to take us back so we had to walk over theh bridge again (which is a solid 30 minute walk).....waited for a bus...got back to city (around 4pm now) had a big late lunch with milkshakes, bought a book and headed back to hostel to chill before heading to the MOMA. (museum of modern art).

Didn't make it to the museum, wrote this blog instead, so love it with your entire freaking heart bitches. *hugs* Love you!