As I sipped my Pinot Grogio at the Ritz Carlton golf course while taking in the breathtaking view of the Pacific Ocean, I could not help but feel grateful. I was at Half Moon Bay, a little seaside town about 45 minutes from SFC. The sun was shining down. I stretched out on a deck chair and lazily observed a wedding rehearsal. Life was good.
My Saturday consisted of coffee and brunch at Tartine bakery a local favorite (which was not as good as I had hoped), a lovely drive up to Half Moon Bay, drinks at the Ritz, an indulgent lunch of fish and chips, calamari, and tempura vegetable- the 1st veges I had all week btw!
Had an amazing night out in The Castro, where i thoroughly enjoyed cheesy 80s dance music, cheap drinks, and the pleasure of not having my ass grabbed on the dance floor! I was treated very nicely because I was very short, small and female compared to most of the other occupants . Topped a great Saturday off with a late night taco, and once again enjoyed not being leered at, as would normally be the case at 3 am in a late night eatery.
My last day in SF was just as lovely, I spent more time with my high school friend at the Ferry Building (which is WAY better than Fisherman's Wharf btw!) and then met a few other friends for dinner in the city. Went to bed early- a week was the perfect amount of time.
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