We had a great evening the night before with Warren and Gail, so when Gail offered to meet us today, we eagerly accepted.
It was warm and sunny. Hera decided to wear shorts for the first time on this trip and to let her hair down and commented how wonderful it felt to feel the breeze in her hair. But shortly after meeting up with Gail, we felt a cool breeze and Hera asked for her jacket.
Gail first took us to the Harvey Milk Photography Center, just a few blocks North of our apartment. Unfortunately it was closed, but we saw a notice for a photo-walk that would be occurring in a few days. Perhaps we will take the walk.
Our next stop was a lovely park called Alamo Square Park, which is upstaged by the picturesque set of Victorian houses all lined up in a row, with the sky line of San Francisco as the back drop. What a pretty place for a picnic or to lie on the grassy slope, which so many did.
Gail then drove us across the city to the coast. She parked at Fort Funston, and we made our way into the wind that blew hard against us. The coastline was spectacular, and apparently many hang gliders use this spot to take off from, but the winds were way too strong today. We walked and admired the view, as Hera clicked away.
Chilled by the winds, Gail took us to her lovely home for some rest and refreshments. We chatted away and got to know her much better. Gail showed us several photos that Warren had taken on their various trips as well as several very good shots that she took herself.
Soon we were back out, this time we headed to Land's End. The wind blew even fiercer. But the views of the beach and surf, and latter Golden Gate Bridge were spectacular. The sand bit into our face, and our glasses were encrusted by a fine layer of salt.
We were thankful for the shelter of the car. Hera untangled her hair for the second time. Of all days to let her hair down and to wear shorts.
For supper, Gail had suggested a dumpling place, which sounded delicious. (San Tung Restaurant 1031 Irving Street) We made our way there. It was crowded and smelled wonderful. It would be a wait, but it seemed to be worth it. Warren soon met us, and the four of us chatted as we waited.
Once again, we were not disappointed by the fine meal we had. Each plate was perfectly seasoned. Spicy, but not too hot or over powering. Sweet dishes, were sweet, but not overly sweet as the dishes back home. Each dish was unique and scrumptious.
When we left the restaurant, we froze! The wind blew hard against us. We walked quickly, and we were thankful once inside the car.
Yesterday we carried our polars and jackets, and roasted in the sun. Today Hera decided on shorts and we froze. What should we wear and carry tomorrow...?
Cheers,
Hera & Anthony
