Waaaaay back in December I hopped on a plane (or two…or four really, if we’re counting the return trip) and flew cross country to visit my awesome friend Liz out in San Francisco. Between fluctuating ticket prices, arrival times, and my own concern about jet lag (How early did we end up going to bed in Vegas?) I ended up flying in a day early, which left me with some wandering time by myself while Liz and Kevin were off at work.
My options were this: chill in the apartment by myself all day reading, or do my best not to get too lost and be a tourist.
I decided to be a tourist.
Alcatraz from a distance.