When I was a girl my mother and her sister would make vacation plans. These vacations were a lot of fun, as it was my mom and her sister, my aunts two daughters and me and my sister. Three sets of sisters, pretty much three different generations. My youngest cousin was 12 when I was born.
We made two big trips that included all of us. Canada and California/Mexcio.
The trip to California/Mexico took place in a little Honda Civic. My mom and aunt sat in front, my cousins and I sat in the back seat, and my sister spent her vacation, looking at where we had just come from, in the hatchback. Obviously this was before seat belt laws. Our luggage rode on top in a big brown luggage shell.
We had made it into hilly San Francisco and my mother was trying to find our destination in the confusion of one way streets and trolley cars. Somehow we wound up right smack dab in the middle of a gay pride parade. We had to travel a few blocks as an odd float because of blocked off streets. Mother was finally able to turn off and we eventually made it to the hotel.
Aside from China town and Ghiradeli square, how else could you experience San Francisco? For my young mind it was a culture shock. |
