Movement

Today I moved hotels.  Unfortunately the Marriott that I have been staying at since Wednesday is at 105% capacity, (I'm not even sure how that is possible, how can you be over 100% full?).

Anywho, I had to move hotels.  I drove to the marina in hopes of staying at the Marriott near Fisherman's Wharf, alas it was full, so was the hotel across the street, and so was the one down the block.  Eventually I found a hotel that had a room available for ONE night.  Which means of course that tomorrow I have to find another place to stay, but the task seems less daunting because the street I am has about five hotels in a three block stretch.  Phew!

So after ensuring my residence for the evening, I decided to drive to Twin Peaks, which I think is the highest point in San Francisco.  It was kind of a let down because the visibility was terrible today.  (I'm still getting used to San Francisco's unique and isolated weather patterns)  Afterwards I ventured to Haight Ashbury, the hippie cradle of the west coast, after eating a dank breakfast/lunch I wandered around the numerous tibetan buddhist shops and independent bookstores.  I even resisted the urge to get another tattoo.  A particular highlight of the area was ordering a chai latte from a woman who barely spoke english.  

A note on my experience with food in San Francisco thus far:  For all my fellow New Yorkers - everything you've heard about how pizza is terrible in California is pretty much accurate - barely any sauce, way overcooked, and furthermore not a pinch of oregano was to be found in the pizza shop I ate at tonight.  Plus when I ordered a chicken parmigiana from the same restaurant a few days before, again little sauce, and when I asked for extra marinara sauce, it was cold!  So that's pizza.  Second - I ordered a falafel pita this afternoon and it was also cold.  Who serves cold falafel!?!? It was gross.  That's enough ranting on food.

Overall a good day, another adventure awaits tomorrow.

- paul