Last summer I had the opportunity to travel to California for several weeks. My sister and I spent time driving up and down the coast of central California exploring the landscape and more than anything — attempting to feel the environment. We decided that we would like to go to San Francisco for a couple of days before we had to return to home, so we booked an AirBnB in a reasonable part of town and took a bus out to the city. My family and I had traveled to San Francisco twice before and both times were entertaining, yet this time was different.
In the past we had drove to each landmark in the city and done the pre ordained activity. Yet on this trip we skipped the Pier, Chinatown, and the stone fortress island of Alcatraz and focused on what it meant to be an active member of the city. Our host at our room share informed us of activities and areas to check out that you wont find in any tour guide pamphlet and my sister and I set out on our journey. As we walked the city, we began to notice that this was not the same San Francisco that we had been to twice before. Everywhere we turned there was something different, yet something the same. The streets were the destination.
