I spent an entire day in San Francisco, toward the end of the my trip, limping from place to place, or taking a cab to get where I wanted to go. I still managed to limp 6 miles that day. See, I had developed a blister on my foot. Whether it was the hot water from my bath or all the walking, I’ll never know, but my blister decided it was tired of living and just popped itself. After the initial pain and shock, I tried to limp my way to bed and twisted my ankle. It was all very painful, and I’m sure also very funny to watch.
The day I limped around will probably go down in history as my favorite day that I ever spent by myself.
I woke early, caught a cab to City Lights Books, and limped my way around. I didn’t take too many pictures, but I did spend a lot of money on books. (Note: When you’re traveling, it’s pretty dumb to buy a bunch of books. You have to pack them, you big idiot.)
Now, as a reformed English major and poetry writer, going to City Lights is a pretty big deal. All of those beat poets I read in college, who I was forced to emulate by my poetry teacher (don’t get me wrong, it’s a good writing exercise!), were all here at some point or another. Published here. Read here. I was in the very spot where so many men, for better or worse, shaped poetry.
And then I got over myself and started browsing the books. They have an amazing selection!
After spending too much time and dropping too much money on books I didn’t need, I decided to ask the clerk where the best coffee could be found. City Lights is in North Beach, which I’ve been told has amazing food, but I hadn’t heard anything about the coffee. He advised me that I could get a pretty good soy latte at The Station, gave me directions, and sent me on my merry way.
He was right.
This was the best latte I think I’ve ever had.
Charles Bukowski is not my favorite writer. He’s probably not even in the top ten. He did, however, write one of my favorite poems. Hopped up on the San Francisco vibe, all the amazing coffee, and an excellent salad, I decided on a whim to get a tattoo. I decided on a line from my favorite Bukowski poem because I was in a place. I made an appointment at a well reviewed place, with excellent portfolios, and made a quick appointment.
After another awesome soy latte at Rouge et Blanc, which is a fun coffee and wine bar, I settled in for my tattoo.
I suppose the place to do something irresponsible is on vacation. So…. woo, vacation!