Our San Francisco flight had been delayed, which meant we’d be hard pressed to make it for the start of the Giants game. It was a frenzied dash, from landing to hotel check-in, then we rushed to AT&T Park to catch the game in progress.
Louie kept score as usual. I kind of tuned out, soaked up the sunshine and tried to recover from the hustle of traveling.
The Embarcadero picks up near the park. We planned to walk off our ballpark lunch and get a feel for the city. Eventually, we’d end up at the Ferry Building to explore the market inside.
After all of the sitting on the plane and at the ballpark, it felt good to get moving and listen to the water lapping up the shore.
One odd moment transported me from the place I’d just come – home. This sculpture along the waterfront so reminded me of our state flag, I couldn’t help but think of Indiana.
We made it to the Ferry Building ready for coffee. Good thing we found Blue Bottle inside, and a wonderful place to get a sweet treat too.
Good job on the strolling situation, San Francisco.
Prompt: “It’s All About the Journey. Where did you travel this year? Did it move or change you?”