Whew...

Before we arrived in San Francisco, I knew there was one thing that I absolutely HAD to do while I was here -- go to the original Ghirardelli shop by Fisherman's Wharf. And since Rick and I have been living in Chicago and think we're a couple of intrepid city navigators, able to walk miles in a single afternoon, we decided to forgo a cab and walk to Fisherman's Wharf from our hotel. After all, we've walked from Lincoln Park to downtown Chicago many times -- four miles round trip, no problem. So the mile and a half or so from our hotel to our destination seemed like a simple feat...

Of course, this was BEFORE I remembered that streets in Chicago are as flat as crisscrossed pancakes, and the streets in San Francisco are more like this:

Our hotel, by the way, is at the very bottom of that hill...

And then once we got to the top, we had to walk DOWN another hill to get to the wharf (see Alcatraz in the distance?).

But the good news is, we finally made it to the promised land:

That sundae was huge... I couldn't finish it... even after all that walking...

After Ghirardelli, we wandered around the wharf for a while. I wish the weather had been better -- it's been cloudy all day, with intermittent drizzly rain. So the gray skies and haze didn't make for the best pictures:

We're now back at the hotel, attempting to recover from a day full of hilly walking, and trying to decide where to WALK for dinner... hopefully we can find something close. My feet will never forgive me otherwise...