According to Saint Augustine, “The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page”. With this in mind, let me share a short summary of my recent San Francisco solo travel. This short video is a proof that I indeed finished at least a chapter of what this saint was talking about.
For those who endured and finished watching the whole video… Thank you!!! Watch out for the next chapter…
Neks peydg na ko…
I am a big fan of art that are commonly found in museums. The forms of art I often marvel about outdoors would be magnificent architectures and massive infrastructures. But while having a walk along the Embarcadero near the Bay Bridge in San Francisco, one massive piece of sculpture struck me. It’s the humongous bow and arrow monument in the middle of Rincon Park.
Upon google search, I learned that the title of this masterpiece is Cupid’s Span built in 2002. The artists who created this gigantic piece made reference to Eros, the Greek God also known to the Roman’s as Cupid who shoots arrows into its would-be-victims.
Unexpectedly discovering this cool piece of art was great! Perceiving and understanding the statement that Cupid’s Span makes – like any other piece of art – can be very subjective. It is open to the personal interpretation of the individual. You either like it or you don’t. I happen to love it! It blends well and stands out pretty impressive with the surrounding location. You can actually view Cupid’s Span from different angles, backgrounds and perspectives at different times. And this unique attribute of this masterpiece gives you different opinion and feeling every time.
It is one unique landmark in SF which I guess celebrates love and how an SF visitor’s heart can actually get stuck and held immovable by the beauty of the sights and culture of San Francisco. For me, it is an unflinching representation of the famous line, “I left my heart in San Francisco”.
And while taking photos of this massive masterpiece, I was gleefully unashamed singing Rachel Alejandro’s song, Mister Kupido! (click the LINK to that song) Hahaha!
Ba’t hindi panain, ang kanyang damdamin ng ako ay mapansin…
I am more of a burger person than a pizza person. I more enjoy the juicy-ness of a beef as compared to the gooey-ness of a mozzarella cheese. I can’t actually remember when I boast or wrote about a pizza. Maybe it’s because my pizza experiences has always been a letdown. However, when I chomped on a slice in a pizza joint in Castro Street, I promised myself that I have to write about it.
It’s Oz Pizza. After grasping the LGBT vibe and feel of Castro streets in San Francisco, I decided to have pizza for lunch. This was because of a pregnant lady with a young kid gleefully munching on a big box of pizza slices at the patio table of Oz Pizza. Water falls came down from my oral cavity while seeing them do colossal bites and enormous chomping of their pizza.
oz pizza counter
a slice of heaven
Since I am not a pizza person, and there were too many varieties to choose from, I asked the mild and smiling attendant for a recommendation. He endorsed the Combo, which I supposed is a mix of all toppings in their menu. I gladly obliged. And on my first bite, I realized that the attendant knew what he is endorsing. The crust was chewy and crispy at the same time, which I personally prefer. The toppings, which by the way is so generous, were all tasty and flavorful. That slice was one spectacular treat!
Though there is nothing to praise about the interiors of the eatery, the wonderful taste and impressive quality of their pizza however compensates for all this drag. I am not a pizza person but if Oz Pizza will be the one offered to me, I will gladly drop a sumptuous burger for it.
Stupid as it may sound, but my preconceived idea of the gay mecca in America is that the streets are filled with pink elephants, happy unicorns, colorful fairies, gentle dragons and sparkling angels. All of these were erased when I got to walk the streets of Castro District in San Francisco.
The Castro is considered San Francisco’s (if not USA’s) gay-friendly epicenter. It actually has glitzy bars and restaurants, flamboyant shops and of course a historical theater. You would know that you have entered this area when lampposts are donned with rainbow flags and zebra lanes are in rainbow colors.
But what I had was a quiet walk in the Castro. I was nevertheless left to realize that the area is a thriving marketplace for all things gay. While I grasp on the sidewalk historical plaques/markers representing past LGBT icons, it was not difficult to recognize that the area is catered to people who identify with the LGBT culture. Actually, passing through a coffee shop seated outside were two young men kissing. And wall murals and posters abound in the area about gay rights and human rights.
at the steve harvey plaza, milk!
The streets may have been calm and quiet on the time of my visit, but I can truly feel the lingering colorful gay spirit in the atmosphere and the unabashed zest for life of The Castro.
Sometimes we grow up with images of a place thinking we’ll never see them in real life. But when you finally get there, those images are just as magnificent as you expected. The Palace of Fine Arts in the Marina District of San Francisco CA is one of those places.
i love this shot
There has been voluminous magazines, journals and publications in my younger years that this popular tourist attraction has been featured. There are even lots of foreign movies wherein this place is the location shoot. One in particular is a 1995 Filipino movie starring Lea Salonga and Aga Mulach entitled Sana Maulit Muli. (Hahaha! Of course I remember that!)
And when I finally and personally got to see and feel the whole majestic beauty of the Palace of Fine Arts, the feeling is just but surreal. I can’t actually remember how many times I sat on various locations of benches scattered around the park. I even sat under a tree! Maybe it is because I was too overwhelmed by the experience, I had to stop and breathe so as to sink all the prodigious feelings in.
A visit to this gorgeous piece of architecture is one memorable highlight of my SF adventure.
Akalain mong makaraing ako dun?!
I did not miss the Philippines when I was in San Francisco CA. Aside from the copious presence of Filipinos everywhere in SF, there are bounteous existence of Filipino dishes around. The mere fact that at the back of my mind there is a Filipino whom I can easily approach while in SF and there are Pinoy dishes around, I never have to suffer the looney craving for my home country.
During my early stay in San Francisco I had an unfaltering decision of not eating any Filipino dish during the whole length of my stay in the City by the Bay. And at the same time will munch on a big and heavy burrito, a seem-to-be-staple for the locals. This decision however was easily modified when I saw a food truck named Señor Sisig parked along the corner streets of Powell and Ellis at downtown San Francisco.
it must be the filipino in me that i just have to fall in line
gone in a couple of minutes
Since there is a queue of people on the said food truck, out of curiosity, I quietly fall in line and looked unto the menu board that the food truck offers. To my surprise, Señor Sisig offers a variety of Filipino fusion dishes. This therefore made me decide to violate what I have earlier promised yet will achieve what I intend to eat at the same time.
I ordered the surprisingly large and heavy “Señor Sisig Burrito” – a Filipino-cum-San Franciscan dish because it is a fusion of Sisig (a Kapampangan dish) presented in a San Francisco burrito way. And what’s my verdict as to how this dish faired? Let me just say I gasped on my first bite and the large burrito was gone in a matter of minutes!
My experience of chomping on Senor Sisig Burrito can therefore be summarized as a promise that was broken yet a fantasy that came true wrapped into one.