It was July 4th and all I knew that whatever we decided on today it would end with watching fireworks. My friends weren’t as big on this tradition (I still haven’t been able to wrap my head around this fact) but they agreed to put it in the plans to humor me.
Another thing that I’ve been wanting to do while in SF was to eat clam chowder bread bowl looking over the water at Fisherman’s Wharf. I know, I know, it’s like the most touristy thing ever (next to riding a trolly maybe) and I’ve done it every time I’ve come here, but it just never gets old. And I yes, I can get it anywhere, but it’s just not the same. So my awesome friends agreed to humor me on this one too.
We decided to just go ahead and make this a really touristy day, so we started it off with walking around Lombard Street. After much driving around, we finally managed to find parking near Swensen’s Ice Cream in Russian/Nob Hill. From there, we made our way down the Most Crooked Street in the World as well as several other hilly streets until we reached Fisherman’s Wharf. Little did we realize then how much more walking we would be doing the rest of the day.
After we had our fill of clam chowder and sour dough bread, we headed back to the car to make sure we hadn’t gotten a parking ticket (thankfully, it seems that the parking maids were taking it easy as well that day), and then made for Ghirardelli Square, from where we planned to see the fireworks. Walking down Hyde Street, I got to enjoy the breathtaking panoramic view of the bay and Alcatraz. However, a couple of my friends were not so fortunate, as they struggled to find footing down that steep decline in their high wedges (making it a life and death situation for them to some degree).
Naturally, the Square was heeella crowded, with long-ass lines leading out from the shops, which wasn’t the most welcome sight for a bunch of aching, tired-out pedestrians. But once we were seated and had our fill of sweets, we began enjoying the festive atmosphere.
After several miles of climbing hills and hours of waiting, it was finally nightfall and time for the fireworks to begin. We walked just a little bit more to get closer to the waterfront, where we watched a spectacular show. Even my friends, who didn’t care for fireworks to begin with, agreed it was totally worth the walk and wait. And so, my day (and night) was made.
Happy Birthday, America!