Since I started blogging a year ago, I’ve also wanted to start a travel blog. Sadly, I’m 24, have a full-time job, and am also borderline broke. So… I don’t think a travel blog is coming anytime soon.
However!!!! I do still get to take occasional vacations, and for this summer’s trip, I’ve headed west to the beautiful lands of California.
Ladies and gentlemen, buckle up… You’re about to read my very first travel blog post.
Two days ago, I got a ride to the DFW airport via a cute girl from Lyft, and I then boarded flight aa2613 to John Wayne (Gacy) airport in Orange County. Surprisingly enough, I was able to get a flight at a reasonable hour and without stops!!! Given my luck with the flight, I was honestly expecting something disastrous to take place… but it did not. Obviously.
If you’ve never been to Laguna Niguel, then I’d definitely recommend putting it on your list of places to visit. For me, whenever I think of the perfect place to live, I instinctively see postcard images of Laguna. I see the towering palm trees stretching along the streets; I see water from sprinklers running over onto the sidewalks of expansive suburban neighborhoods… Most importantly though, I see the sandy shores and crashing waves of the popular Laguna Beach. The only downside of Laguna, and California in general, is that everything is so damn expensive. Everywhere you go there’s Mercedes and million dollar homes with pools in the back. Ah, well, I can dream, can’t I?
This morning, me, my mom, dad, and little brother hit the road and embarked upon a seven hour drive up the coast to San Francisco!!!
I’m one of those weird people who loves the rural as well as urban lifestyles. But my heart is in the city. I’ve always loved New York, New York, but the more I visit it, the more it becomes too much for me to handle. I’m not sure I could ever see myself living there. Though a grand and incomparable experience, I fear prolonged exposure may drive me to madness. If only there was a way to turn it all down a bit.
Which brings me to where I am now. We’ve booked a room on the 30th floor at the Parc 55 Hilton hotel in the heart of downtown San Francisco.
Take New York, turn down the dial a few notches, and you have… (drum roll please) San Francisco! Bustling people fill the sidewalks but they don’t crowd. The streets are a bit tighter but still flowing–and on those streets, cars and bikes actually move at a pace faster than 2.5 mph. There’s a lot less congestion, it’s easier to breathe, and it’s not near as noisy as the good ol big apple. From my room, I hear seldom honks and sirens as I watch the hazy pink sky fade behind the glistening ocean water. Really, this is my idea of perfection. Well—after I dial room service, that is.
Tomorrow, we hop back on the road to continue North for six more hours till we reach Eureka! I’ve never been there either, but I’ve heard amazing things, especially about the Red Forest. Apparently I’ll be sleeping in either a camper or a shed? I’m not sure but both sound exciting, and I can’t wait. I’ll be sure to take plenty of pictures and make another post. I’m having the time of my life!!!!
Until then, take care, everybody! Goodnight, good morning, talk soon.