San Francisco.

My first trip of the year! A few months ago, my friend Rachel and I were at work talking about places we wanted to see. She mentioned she wanted to go to San Francisco, and two minutes later we were looking at flights from SEA to SFO.

We landed in San Francisco around 8am. We couldn’t figure out where to get a Lyft, so we wasted about a half hour running around the airport. Finally we figured it out, and we got in with our first driver, Peter.

Peter was incredible. He was such an interesting person, and so friendly. As soon as we got in the car, he was handing out snacks. Instant five star rating. We told him we were there for the day and didn’t know where to start. Peter took it upon himself to be our tour guide, and I am so thankful for him. He drove us across the Golden Gate and stopped at some viewpoints so we could take pictures.

It was pouring, and SO cold. But the views were so worth standing outside in the rain.

All I wanted to do in SFO was see the bridge. After I saw it, I didn’t really care what we did next.

We were dropped at Fisherman’s Wharf, and we had a few hours to kill. Out first stop was In N Out for lunch, because I had never been. To be honest, I could have gone the rest of my life without trying it. I don’t understand why you all hype it up so much. It was absolutely disgusting. I miss Shake Shack.

We found a Ripley’s Believe it or Not and had so much fun.

We booked a tour that was supposed to last a few hours. Emphasis on “supposed to”. We were stuck in the back of the trolley, so it was completely open and wet. The guide gave us ponchos, but they barely helped. It was freezing.

We saw a good portion of the city, so at least there was that.

Rachel and I made it through half the tour before we had to hop off the trolley and bail. The guide wasn’t very pleased with us, but he also didn’t have to sit in the back of an open trolley with rain dumping on him and wind hitting him. So. His opinions were irrelevant.

We called another Lyft to take us back to the airport so we could dry off and warm up before getting on the flight. Or so we thought. As soon as we get in the car, Rachel gets an email that says our flight was cancelled.

Hold up. What????

So I log in to my Alaska app. Our flight was cancelled. But then I get another notification. It said, “Instead of cancelling your flight, we changed your departure airport”. Uhhhhh, come again? So now instead of departing from San Francisco, we were leaving from Oakland. Our driver said he could change our drop off, but it would increase the cost by a stupid amount. We get to SFO, and try to figure out what was happening.

We waited in line for almost 2 hours, just to have Alaska call us an Uber to get to Oakland. Okay, whatever.

Listen, I know that increased air traffic and flooded runways are not Alaska Airlines employees’ fault. But they have terrible customer service. The employees just kept disappearing, which is why everyone was stuck in line for hours. Then when they finally appeared, they were rude and just blew everyone off. It was annoying. Delta, I am so sorry honey. I will never cheat on you with any other airline again. I love you. Please forgive me.

We finally get to Oakland and guess what!!! Our flight was delayed. This trip was one of those days where everything that could possibly go wrong, did. It was amazing. I loved every second of that messy day. We could have let the misfortunes ruin everything, but it was so comical. I had a great time.

I do look forward to returning to San Francisco when the weather is better. There’s so much to do and see, and 8 hours was not nearly enough. Better luck next time.

-H

Author: Heaven

24. Seattle-ish. Hotelier.

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