Day 2: Fisherman's Wharf

We woke up and got ready for our big first day on the town. Breakfast was delicioso at Happy Donuts on the corner of Church and 24th Street. We then proceeded to purchase eight brand new rolls of toilet paper each, since we nearly ran out at the apartment already. While getting acquainted with our Noe neighborhood, we notice the obvious factor that we are constantly in the presence of babies and dogs galore. This place is a breeding ground for them; the ratio of dogs to babies to humans is roughly 8:6:1. It is slightly overwhelming to be the minority, but we are adjusting. Left our apartment to find the public transit stop and began our journey to "The Wharf." 146 minutes later we arrived and explored the area. We took many photos of Alcatraz from the pier along with the surrounding tourists and we made many friends (a.k.a. the people who we forced to take our picture). Just our luck, the glorious sea lions have embarked on a recently abrupt departure from Pier 39 after more than 20 years. We were very upset about this until (low and behold!) we found the remaining 20 (out of 500) who seem to have been abandoned by their friends and family. We bought chocolates at the Candy Baron. A magician simulated a fire-eating stunt where he actually just blew out the flame with his breath... applauded by the naiive, easliy fooled audience. We took a peek inside the seashell store. Jaclyn spotted a fake fish above her head that she hopes to purchase one day...soon. Danielle found the exact "hamster" puppet that she bought during her family vacation ten years ago in the exact same store! Turns out it was a mouse. We were both craving crab, so we sought out the nearest seafood restaurant containing the hard-shelled creature and sat down for a delicious dinner. We ordered garlic fries fish & chips and a seafood stew (containing every acceptably edible sea being, except crab). We cannot seem to rid ourselves of garlic burps... hence the blog name. The bus boy chose to keep a close eye on us as we consumed half our meals. Jaclyn refused to allow him to box up her leftovers as she demanded to do it on her own. Danielle, of course, trusted the kind, helpful being with the boxing of her leftovers. It got extremely chilly outside after our meal and we bought coffee and hot tea for our ride home. As we walked back to the bus stop, a friendly older man spoke "Hi" to Jaclyn as he approached her. She remarked, "Hah. Hey." in a whisper tone as she was caught off guard. A long and complicated ride home led us to our warm and cozy apartment where we finished our second bottle of (grapey) wine and booked our rental car for our Laurie-bound road trip tomorrow. Good night to all, if any, of our followers.