...San Francisco, Day 2...

Andy was desperate to play disc golf, so we walked to a Sports Store in the Presidio, and, when we realized that we could rent bikes, decided to bike across the Golden Gate Bridge.

It was a perfect day for it, clear and cool, and soon we were off exploring on two wheels. I'm not the best biker. I'm fine with balance, but there's an element of fearlessness that one needs to have which I do not. I tend to be a bit shaky. At one point, Andy stopped to check on me and, with a surprised voice exclaimed, "You're not doing too bad, babe!" Whatever!

Though the view was gorgeous, I couldn't really enjoy much of it. Only one side of the bridge is open on weekdays, which meant a mass of walkers and bikers and runners were trying to share a space smaller than most sidewalks. To make matters worse, there was a protest going on on the bridge. Sigh! I can't tell you how many times I rammed into the side just to avoid running someone over.

After we made it across the bridge, we biked back to our favorite pizza place and had lunch, and then returned the bikes and walked back toward our hotel so as to catch a bus for Golden Gate Park, the location of the disc golf course.

The Palace of Fine Arts - just happened to walk past this amazing building

Sadly, the bus took about two hours to get us there. It would have taken us an hour to walk. There was a car broken down on a two lane road and the man wouldn't let us out of the bus. While I napped on his shoulder, Andy watched google maps as we drove further away from where he wanted to be. It was discouraging, to say the least.

When the bus driver finally opened the doors, we jumped out and power walked toward our destination. While I ran one final 5K before the race, Andy found a few guys to tag along with and play. I met up with them after my run, and was so appreciative of how kind and welcoming they were to him. Some people are just really wonderful! Andy loves meeting new people, and he revealed later that that was his favorite part of the trip.

Once the game was over, we took a bus to San Tung and ate their famous Dry Fried Chicken Wings. If you are ever in San Francisco, these are a MUST!! Just incredible and amazing...and I am not a chicken wings fan. The wait was unbelievable, but next door you can find San Tung 2, exactly the same food and owner, just with a smaller menu. They also had a wait line, but we managed to sneak in before the big crowds started arriving.

We took the bus back to our hotel room, and were in bed by 8:30pm. We're not big night owls, but there are few people that make the most out of everyday like we do!

How are you making the most of each day?