We’re currently back home in San Francisco for Alan’s 40th birthday and his dad’s 75th birthday party. It’s the first time we’ve returned following our emergency visit in mid-December when his dad had a major stroke. Unlike that visit, however, this time we’re staying in the city so that Alan can be close to his office and take meetings with people he usually doesn’t see face-to-face.
That meant we found ourselves wide awake at 6 a.m. in a city we don’t really know anymore on the weekends with nowhere to go and nothing to do. When we landed the night before, it was pouring rain so we were quite thrilled to see, once the sun came up, that it was dry and sunny. Not wanting to sit in our room and let the lovely morning go to waste, we got showered and dressed and headed out for a cup of coffee at Blue Bottle in the SF Ferry Building. Blue Bottle is my usual go-to “good” coffee when I’m in the Bay Area, but either the Sunday morning crew was falling down on the job or I’ve had several additional coffees since I first started going there that are as good as or better. Still, it’s always nice to visit the Ferry Building, especially when it’s practically empty.
After grabbing our coffees, we headed off to walk along the Embarcadero, along the water, toward the Bay Bridge. Passing under the bridge we reminisced about the time we thought about buying a loft in one of the buildings down there for $575,000 (it would sell today for at least a million), and how different our lives would have been if instead of fleeing to Oakland in 2004, we’d stuck it out in San Francisco. We’ll never know, but it’s easy to imagine. After awhile we plopped down on a bench by Red’s Java House where we discussed how far we’ve come since moving to San Francisco in 2002, and what we think our next great life adventure will be.
Then it was time to make our way back along the Embarcadero to Rincon Center where we showed up half an hour early to Yank Sing, one of the dim sum places we enjoy in San Francisco. I wouldn’t go so far to say it’s the *best* dim sum, but the owners and wait staff speak English so it makes the experience less intimidating and more relaxed. We’ve braved many an all-Chinese dim sum house before but this morning we were looking for the easy way of things. To quote a picture I posted on Instagram, I wanted “easy like Sunday morning.”
After breakfast we loaded up the car and drove across the bridge to Oakland where we spent five hours hanging out with my father-in-law at the nursing facility he’s staying in. By the time we made it back to Alan’s parents’ house on the other side of town, I was exhausted and maybe even fell asleep sitting up. When we got back to our hotel in downtown sometime around 10 p.m. I promptly passed out. All in all, a very good day. (Oh, and it started raining again!)