Summer is a time for vacations. My favorite vacation destination is my home town: beautiful San Francisco. I recently spent a lovely, long vacation in the city by the bay.
There is a surprisingly easy way to tell if someone is from San Francisco. Using absolutely no statical evidence, I would say it is 96% effective.
Tell me what this is:
What’s that? Did you say it’s a trolley? Then you are not from San Francisco, dear reader. You didn’t say that? You said it was a cable car? Then, chances are, you hail from the San Francisco Bay Area! …Or you know someone from the Bay (maybe me) who has scoffed at you for saying “trolley car”.
Ah, the cable car. Perhaps even more iconic than the New York subway. Unlike the subway, they are not the preferred method of transportation for locals. Currently costing $6 a ride, one takes a cable car for the experience, not to get from point A to point B. A decade ago, when I was in high school, the unlimited ride metro pass included rides on the cable car. I often took one home from school, a much more relaxing ride than powering up five blocks of steep hills. Being able to say I took the cable car home from school makes me feel every inch a San Francisco native.
There is always a line for the cable car, as pictured. Natives, however, know you can wait 2 blocks away, at the first passenger stop, and board one in a fraction of the time. I stood gawking at the cable cars, snapping pictures, and even raced one to get a good picture of it going up SF’s notorious hills. I must admit, I’ve never felt more like a tourist in my home town. Part of me felt ashamed, another part of me felt I had earned the right. Besides, had anyone rolled their eyes at me muttering “Tourist.” I could have knocked them dead with, “I took the cable car 2 miles home from high school! In the rain! During an earthquake!”
Not exactly true…but I am nothing with out dramatic license!
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It was a beautiful day in Central Park. Sunny, blue skies, warm. I was walking by Bethesda Fountain, one of the oldest and renowned public works in New York.
Off-set by pink flowers, on the south side a raucous group of street performers in red had gathered a crowd, the angel in the middle seemed to be watching their routine as well.
I walked around the fountain, looking at the boats on the pond. Boating in Central Park is high on my list of NYC to-dos. It looks like so much fun and is surprisingly cheap- $12 for the first hour then $3 for each additional 15 minutes. Take note gentlemen- this is a swoon-worthy date idea.
I looked across the pond at the people in the boats, wishing I had someone to go boating with. Couples and families looked so peaceful, separated from the break-neck speed of the rest of the city. A leisurely ride, each moment enjoyed rather than a power rush to a destination. I stood at the edge of the pond, watching a little child feed the ducks and several Italian tourists marvel over turtles.
I left the pond’s edge, headed towards the east side of the park. The crowded cheered for the street performers who had finished a series of acrobatic tricks. I turned my head away from them, and my eyes met these ladies.
Were they like me, wishing they had grooms to boat with? Were they part of some stunt, a promotion? Were they waiting for their husbands to finish watching the street performers? I saw no tuxedo-ed men in the area. I didn’t approach them for, as the picture illustrates, they weren’t exactly approachable. So I’ll never know what their deal was! What do you think??
On another note, Happy Fourth of July!
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Posted in Picture Post, Winter/Spring/Summer/Fall, tagged beautiful weather, Central Park, flowers, pictures, spring, spring time, sun, walks on March 23, 2012 |
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“March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” That’s the old cliché. It seems a bit strange to use that turn of phrase for March 2012. That is, unless you think lambs are the most gorgeous, beautiful creatures alive on this green earth. This week heralded in the official start of spring. New York City has outdone itself with this seasonal change. The city is nothing short of glorious. The weather sunny mid 70s. Everything is green, apart from the brilliant blue sky and the colorful flowers that are blooming everywhere.
There is a tangible energy change on the city streets. The sentiment of “I’m cranky, cold, and you’re in my way” that has been emanating, all winter long, from those I share the sidewalks with has changed. Now there’s a smile on everyone’s face, or at least a twinkle in their eye, and an overwhelming feeling of, “I’m just happy to be alive and outside!” You might think they put Paxil in the water. It’s amazing what some sunshine can do.
Yesterday was the warmest day yet, anyone short of the undead wanted to spend as much time as possible outside. I took full advantage of my unconventional work schedule, complete with a picnic lunch and a leisurely walk through Central Park. It was a truly fantastic day. If you are sitting at a computer right now, don’t fret. Pretend you’re walking with me in Central Park!
Don’t wait for the walk signal. Jaywalk! That’s what New Yorkers do!
Happy Spring everyone! Hope the weather is as lovely where you are and you can make the most of it this weekend!
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