Sunday, we enjoyed my birthday present from my mom - tickets to tour Alcatraz!
We took a ferry from San Francisco over to the island. The old cell block had headphones that narrated an audio tour so you could learn all about the prisoners and life on Alcatraz while you walked around.
|The cell block from the outside|
I'm pretty far from a history nerd, which probably won't come as a surprise since I've provided amble evidence of my devotion to pop culture as my exclusive entertainment choice. When I get in situations like this (historic sites, museums, etc) I get SUPER excited about being where the history actually took place, and want to read every single plaque and learn ALL THE THINGS, as if I don't have access to Google and libraries and could technically learn this information any time I want. This makes me a really fun museum buddy.
Luckily, there were limited plaques here, and most of the information came from the audio tour, plus Eric was really into the tour too. There was so much to see we stayed for over 3 hours.
|The Hole - where the bad prisoners were punished|
|Looking at this picture makes me SO SAD that we're leaving.|
Monday morning, I went for my last run in San Francisco - 8.1 (8:41 pace) miles down the Embarcadero, and through Fisherman's Wharf. I can't even put into words how much I love running with gorgeous views.
After my run, we took the BART (metro system) over to Oakland, where the newlyweds live. They were nice enough to take us to Napa for some wine tasting, and I was in Heaven.
|I was instagramming the shit out of everything.|
Eric even found champagne that he liked!
After, we spent the night hanging out with them, watching football, and eating amazing Ethiopian food and gelato. I don't know how I'm going to return to normal food after this vacation, I think I'm going to cry when it's time for lunch and I have to gulp down a tuna sandwich at work.
What's the worst part about ending a vacation for you?