The first time I took the ferry early morning to San Francisco.
That time, I got myself a New Orleans style iced coffee at the famed Blue Bottle Coffee Co. You know, as a reward. For surviving the harrowing journey. Clearly.
Gigantic bear claw. GIGANTIC. It could feed an entire township. In one of those places where they call cities "townships."
Amazing chai.
I promised my parents I wouldn't post any pictures of them, even though I have some great ones of dad eating the biggest bear claw known to man.
This most recent time, I didn't take any pictures - except of the book I bought (bad Maddy!) while waiting at the SF Ferry Building:
"642 Things to Write About" by the San Francisco Writer's Grotto. THERE'S AN SF WRITER'S GROTTO. I can't wait to crack this open! Maybe tomorrow?
As I look back, I'm wondering if my newfound ferry love has less to do with the actual boats in question, and more to do with the fact that I get to buy things while waiting for them. Interesting.
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