West Coast Ridin: day 2...

After knocking out completely last night with the help of anxiety meds, cold meds and a few cups of hot tea, we were ready to roll out again this morning. With last night's chicken vindaloo still feeding me, breakfast was optional so we hit the road. Visiting the Monterey Aquarium, Cannary Row, and revisiting my phone's first swimming lesson spot. This time, my phone stayed in the car. 

Still taking the scenic route of PCH HWY 1, we stopped at pretty much every beach and every pretty view point....and also when asked nicely by the police. Yep. Add another ticket to my collection. Bastard caught me going 74 in a 55. I can't even deny going that fast, but in my defense, the car in front of me was going just as fast and it seemed normal to the both of us I think. Going 55 at any point on PCH just seems like a sin anyway. Anyway, I must be losing my flirting touch, because I couldn't get myself out of this one. Maybe I just wasn't trying? Or maybe the cop wasn't worth the effort? Whatever it was, I just wanted to get the hell on with it and drive 75 again. 

I must admit this would put a dent in my day any other time, but this time I just brushed it off and continued enjoying the beautiful scenery and took in all the amazing sea air.

Not too much longer after the po-po bust, we arrived in Daly City. Which seemed a bit sketchy at first but after realizing that the Korean characters on every sign and billboard were not, in fact, graffiti, I actually liked the city. Our hotel is nice with a separate bedroom for the second bed, and is overlooking Cow Palace and all of San Francisco and some of the Bay. 

Though I was thoroughly exhausted after driving a 2 hour route in 4.5 hours, I couldn't resist going to visit my favorite place in San Fran. Here's the kicker: the last time I was at this little shop was 3 years ago and I didn't remember the name or the address of it. All I remembered was it was near Ashbury....that was it. With blind luck and a lot of photographic memory (and a few road rage incidents and missed turns) I found it! And it was everything I remembered it being and more. It's my personal slice of peace and Tibetan bliss. I spent an hour "shopping". Which is something I hate doing. $45 later, I was done. 

Now came time to get back to the hotel. Those who know me, will tell you that when I don't know an area too well, I will make every wrong turn until I finally miss the right exit and have to flip a few bitches to get back on track. Tonight, was no different. I somehow managed to hit every hilly street in San Francisco and ended up on the Golden Gate bridge going the complete opposite direction from my hotel. But alas, at least I got to see the bridge at night...there's always a silver lining?

$6 in tolls later and a few more pissed off drivers, we safely made it back to Daly City, ordered a huge Greek pizza (complete with wings and stuffed Jalapeno peppers and orange soda), and made it back safely to the room...somehow. 

Stuffed to the gills with food and more god forsaken tea (if I hear that word one more time during this trip, I may actually kill someone...please no more tea)....I am ready for bed...and for tomorrow's adventures in Downtown San Francisco...by train and trolly. I can't wait to hit Chinatown and see what they have to offer in their Dim Sum carts. 

til then...I rest and hope to stuff this cough before it gets worse.