how to spend 12 hours in san francisco with Black…Posted: June 8, 2011
Flying home to the bay area, is never without a killer window view. Both mother of bridges, a forgotten Alactraz, and the dotted peninsula that the alive reside.
Though the Golden Gate gets all the glory, the Bay Bridge is no eye sore.
Pick up little brother, and immediate nourishment is needed. Tonight it will be in the form of a rainbow smorgasbord of Indian food in the Mission.
On the way back to his apartment, my street artist of a little (big) brother points out one of his more recent additions to the neighborhood.
The night keeps us warm with a Tecate hug as we parouse from SOMA, through Union, and end up in a bar in the Tenderloin. Isn’t that where everyone ends up anyhow?
The night closes us down. But with a weekend ahead of me, I crawl out of bed, slip my go-to-travel-proof dress on, pull my walking boots up, and my trusty iPhone navigates me to the nearest enlightment…
Until next time, oh city of mine. My head and feet planted firm in Portland. But my fleeting heart is swayed each visit. I ride away on my horse named BART.