San Fran: Highs and Lows

We were in San Francisco for 5 days while Phil was at a conference.  He was there to present a poster of his work (and hopefully do a little networking for a future big boy job).  While he was busy during the day (and evening), Henry and I headed out to explore the city.

It turns out that San Francisco isn't the most baby-friendly city.  Obviously it isn't super walkable.  But mass transit isn't super fun with a stroller either.  Almost every BART station elevator we took either smelled like urine or cigarette smoke.

We had a couple other lows on the trip.  Like when the crazy lady walking behind us decided she wanted to start running.  And ran straight into the back of me.  That happened on a day that I had been carrying Henry in the Ergo carrier all day, so my back was already exhausted.

There was the time another crazy lady started FREAKING OUT, dropping the F-word and throwing her sweatshirt around 5 feet in front of Henry.  Not going to lie, I felt my inner momma bear emerging.  It wouldn't have been good.  I mean, getting in a fist fight with a crazy person isn't on my vacation to-do list.

Or we could talk about how we were sitting down, eating dinner when Phil said, "Do you smell that?"

"Yeah," I said.

"That's marijuana."

"Oh..."

I never really knew what it smelled like.  After this trip... I do.

The trip also had some pretty good highs as well.  Like getting to spend 5 whole days with Henry.  He and I haven't spent that much time together, just us since he was a newborn.  He's a little more fun now.  We went and saw the sea lions, walked around the piers, went to Ghiradelli Square for some ice cream, rode the cable cars, found some playgrounds, went to the aquarium, swam.

Just to name a few.

All in all, I think we all had a good time.

Pretty sure.