For as long as I can remember, my mom has told me, “since you love to argue so much, why don’t you become a lawyer?”
If it weren’t for my deep-rooted dislike for public speaking, that idea wouldn’t be half bad.
Wait, what was I talking about again?
Oh yeah–I road tripped to San Francisco by myself–somehow I convinced the parentals that I was capable of driving 300+ miles with just me, my belongings, and my thoughts.
SIDENOTE: I should not ever, and I repeat ever, be left alone with my thoughts for 5+ hours–but that’s a story for another day.
Sometimes a girl needs to get away for the weekend, and no matter how many times I go to SF, each stay offers something new to see and explore and enjoy.
Now, there’s always the popular favorites–The Golden Gate Bridge, Pier 39, and all of the food that Fisherman’s Wharf has to offer–but this time around I wanted to hit the undiscovered spots–well, at least undiscovered to me.
I found myself at the Botanical Gardens in the heart of SF. Now, I know what you’re thinking, how entertaining could some trees and flowers be?
But something about the atmosphere–and the people who were enjoying it–spoke volumes about the charm of SF.
Being surrounded by such beauty garners a certain level of respect and appreciation for our environment.
As you walk around and follow the many paths, deeper into the heart of the gardens, the sound of the music fills the air.
Hidden throughout the gardens are pianos, open for anyone to play–although, it’s safe to say, it was not amateur hour.
In the heart of a city that is constantly filled with action and excitement, it was a new change of pace to find a sanctuary of sorts to slow down and enjoy time as it passed by slowly. The Botanical Gardens are a must if you want to “see” a different SF.
Until Next Time,