Saturday, March 29, 2008

great California odyssey: museum day

I started coming down with a cold last night - first one in over a year, but I guess if I must get sick on vacation, it might as well be at the end.

We still managed to walk up and down what felt like the equivalent of 17 Empire State Buildings, as we walked to the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art via the "crookedest street EVER" section of Lombard Street.

That is one crazy assed street, man! And this picture only shows a small part of the section that is angled almost straight up and down. My legs are killing me.

The MOMA has some great photographic exhibits showing, depicting the freeway system in the Silicon Valley area. We went through all four floors, which almost caused Jerry to die of boredom, and I admit that everything started to look the same to me after a while as well.

So for something completely different on Museum Day, we ended things off by heading back down to the piers and going through the Wax Museum and the Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum. Good tacky fun.

After a final ciopppino supper overlooking the water, it was back to the hotel, with the Resident
Offspring making one last stop at Barnes and Noble.

I'm going to have to get up at about 4:00 am tomorrow, so I shouldn't have any trouble getting to bed early tonight. Providing they keep the firepit parties down to a dull roar outside our window tonight. That may be a little much to ask on a Saturday night.

San Francisco is a fabulous city - it's beautiful and varied and bursting with life. I'm going to miss it a lot, but I sure am looking forward to giving my kitty lots of kisses tomorrow and then sleeping in my own bed.


Allison said...

I'm very jealous of your trip to MOMA. Very jealous. :)

It sounds like your trip was amazing and I look forward to all the photos!

Dr. Monkey Von Monkerstein said...

Thanks for taking us along on your trip. It was fun.

Gifted Typist said...

My theory is that you can only absorb so much at one time.
A few years ago, I did a whole day at the two Tate galleries in London. In the morning I did Tate Britain for a Lucien Freud exhibition - fanstastic.
Then I zoomed across the Thames to a Picasso-Matisse exhibition at the Tate Britian - the UK's MOMA.
Half way though the latter, I was overwhelmed and unable to take it in anymore. Imagine Picasso and Matisse! My brain was just fried. I rushed through and got out.

Anonymous said...

Tacky fun, LOL, you bet!

And your kitty is going to be glad to see you. Mine is so loving when we've been away for a few days.

Glad you had a great time.

Toccata said...

I second Allison about the trip to MOMA and dr. monkey for taking us along on your trip. I think the tourism bureau in S.D. and S.F. should be paying you.

BeckEye said...

Aw, I always wanted to walk that crooked street!

Dale said...

Great travelogue, shame about the possible cold. I suffer from the same museum overload. It goes from awe and wonder to if I see one more effing ... Funny how this doesn't work on say foods that are bad for me.

Anonymous said...

Hey Barb, welcome home! Hope you managed to ward off that travel cold. Thanks so much for sharing your trip. Loved every day right along with you. No snow today.

Coaster Punchman said...

Being a California boy at heart, I feel all your joy. Hope you don't come down with that cold.

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Photos forthcoming, Al! Only one of which was taken at the MOMA, as it was verboten.

Think of how much fun it would have been had you actually physically joined us, Dr M. I'll bet you would have been good for some hill walking.

I like your theory very much, and I am adapting it, Gifted. After a while the art appreciation lobe of your brain becomes full and simply shuts down. (I feel much better about that now, thanks)

Our kitty was ALL OVER US, Leazwell, and still is sticking to me like glue. Apparently she hissed at the cat sitter, tsk tsk.

I held out my hat at the airport, but no government officials stepped up to throw in any coinage, Toccata. Glad you enjoyed my neverending story.

It makes you work up a bit of a sweat, Beckeye. I can't imagine trying to ride a bike in that city.

Hmmm, you're right, Dale, I don't seem to have a shut-off valve for the bad for you foods either. I guess there are just some things that we are meant to enjoy forever.

Damn it, that cold got me good, Berni! But it's just a head cold. And we came home to a pile o' snow. I want to go back to California!

Thanks, Coaster Punchman, but those California cold germs are tougher than I gave them credit for. Still love the place though.