This weekend was so much FUN! It wasn’t until mid-January that I noticed on my Facebook wall that my summer co-op student from 2012 was in San Francisco for a four month work term. As soon as I saw his status update, I knew we had to meet up when The Guy and I moved down here to California. Saturday was the day and I made the trek by train to spend the full day with him, exploring and giggling, and full on catching up — because holy moly I didn’t realize. We haven’t seen each other since Christmas 2012! Way too long.
It was the easiest train ride ever since it didn’t take too much navigating and it was quite inexpensive compared to Canadian costs of commuting. I only paid $18 for a day pass, where as Canada, especially on the Greyhound bus it cost $30+.
Patrick is such an outgoing guy and has a fantastic personality. I’m already planning another trip to San Francisco to see him one more time before he departs back to Canada in April. Put two of us together and you’ve got some loud and hopefully not too obnoxious people having a blast.
We were pretty hungry as I arrived around lunch time, so we walked over to South Park, to a little hole in the wall to grab a bite. Patrick suggested this authentic French bistro called The Butler and The Chef, which had a very intimate setting with a few tables, but it was a happening spot amongst the locals and the menu definitely didn’t disappoint.
Patrick ordered eggs benedict and the glutinous me devoured a wonderful turkey sandwich on a massive baguette with a lemonade to sip on. We caught up on the past year, my wedding, the old place we both worked at, and our old (amazing!!!) boss. We miss her.
After our tummies were filled to the brim, we started on our walking adventure along the waterfront with gorgeous scenery and views of the Bay Bridge, fantastic restaurants and little cafés. It finally hit me, that this is now where I live.
They say a picture tells a thousand words, so let’s go with the flow…
Too bad I didn’t buy these,because as soon as I was about to take my first bite of the orange slice – the bus driver slammed on the brakes really hard, making people fly out of their seats. My arm hurts.Fishermen’s Wharf was the next pit stop in our walking adventure.
That’s all I can recap for today. The post is getting SO long.
Want to hear all about how we dined in the back of a Fiat 600 in Italy town? You’ll have to check in on Wednesday for the recap of the evening.