Here's what I learned on our San Francisco vacation...
Some people refer to it as MAN Francisco. Luke, from the looks of this pic you've been there 11 months too long...come home before you forget that you spent the first 30 years of your life as a Texan - we realized this weekend how much we miss you!!
In 'N Out burger animal style = yummy.
SF taxi drivers are Cuh-ray-zee. One driver educated us on all kinds of fascinating topics on our 10 minute ride to the hotel - most notably about his most recent head on collision accident (hmm, aren't we feeling safe).
Irish coffee at The Buena Vista is great, but don't try to order a grilled cheese, because you can't eat at the bar!
You can't embarrass Chris no matter how hard you try!! We spent Friday afternoon hanging out at Pier 23 - the view and the company was phenomenal :)
The Grays, the Lowrances,
tandem bikes, and SF hills are a BAD combination...and that's all I'm going to say about that!
Chris' favorite part of the trip was the sea lions at
Pier 39, and he can bark just like them.
Only "The Texans" as Luke labeled us would get a cab to take them across the
Golden Gate Bridge.
The
SF sea gulls are the size of chickens and Jim and Chris found out that their poop is just as big.
The view from
Luke's apartment is amazing - from his roof you can see Alcatraz, the Golden Gate Bridge, and the skyline of the city...I can
almostunderstand why he's not ready to come home!
We now know Luke's definition of a
"smokin' hot chick" - I'll let him elaborate
The Market where they throw the fish is in
Seattle, NOT San Francisco!
San Francisco was great - we had a wonderful "tour guide," perfect weather, and fun travel partners, but there's no place like home, and no one better to hang out with than our
sweet baby girl!!!
