The Rest of Cisco

So we woke up refreshed the next day...but not really.  We were running on about four hours of sleep.  I knew we couldn't check in until like 3, but we had tickets to go Alcatraz at noon, and so we decided to go see if we could check in early possibly.  Unfortunately we couldn't check in with enough time to shower and change and look decent, but I made do with the handicap stall and my makeup bag in the lobby bathroom.  haha  Such a gong show.  So I got ready as best I could with deodorant and some hairspray and off we went to Alcatraz.  

It turned out to be way hotter than we had thought it would be.  I think all but one of my shirts were long sleeved, and we didn't bring any shorts.  So I looked like a ridiculous tourist with my pants rolled up to capris, socks and runners on.  You know the look.  So it was hot, but I loved it.  It felt so nice.  Alcatraz was actually really cool.  Stephen is really into history and that kind of thing, so I really liked it.  I just couldn't believe how small the cells were.  They were tiny, like steve's arm span wide.  And can you imagine how depressing it would be to be in prison, look out the window and see everyone on the wharf hoopin' and hollerin', living it up?!  The worst kind of jail.  

 On the pier before getting on the ferry to Alacatraz

View of Alcatraz

 Oh, hi stephen

 They're even smaller than his arm span. SO SMALL!

 Their 'play area'

 Awww.  I miss it.

After Alcatraz we finally got to go to our hotel.  SOOOOO much better than the experience the night before.  We paid the extra $10 for valet so we didn't have to deal with parking.  They HAD parking!  It was so nice.  I wish I would have taken pictures before we trashed the room haha which we did almost immediately.  You get the idea though. 

 Stephen making himself at home.

A full and proper bathroom area

 A couch!  a TV!! a walkway into the room!  So nice.

The next day was game day.  Basically the reason we went to San Francisco.  Such a crazy time trying to get to the stadium.  We were about eight blocks or so from the stadium parking and there were residents everywhere in the streets trying to get you to park on their property for $20.  We figured when in Rome....so we accepted an offer from a very nice jent, who I swear was straight from the Bronx.  He was very insistent that we park there, that they would keep our car safe.  We had to back up into the parking stall, but we were in the middle of traffic.  So he just walks out into the middle of the street and stops everyone, including a freaking city bus!!  Who just stops a bus!  I'm serious, pedestrians run this city.  We couldn't get as close to the other car as he wanted so Stephen just gave him the keys and let him do it.  haha  We're too trusting.  He backed i tup like a pro though.  He seemed a little sketchy still so we took everything of value out of the car before we left.  haha  But he wished us congratulations on our little one, so I liked him.  I wanted a picture with him when we went to pick up the car, but he wasn't there.  Thankfully our car was.  It was quite the experience.  

The actual game experience was awesome.  It was both of our first NFL live game experience.  We were surrounded by white trash, f-bombs every other word....along with multiple other explicitives, but it was still fun, and we had really good seats.  Of course my team ended up whooping the 49ers.  GO GIANTS!!  So Stephen was a little bummed.  I actually wish the 49ers would have won just for his sake, but I think he still had a good time, and I'm glad we got to go.  

Look at all the buses!!  It was crazy

From our seats.

 Oh ya...baby McKee was on the trip too.

 He was a little sad

But I was happy!!!

The last day was just a day to bum around, go to the chocolate factory, the beach, and shop.  It was just nice to have a day to relax and flop and not have anything that we HAD to do.  Those are our favorite kinds of vacations.  

 

These guys were everywhere.  I was just taking a picture OF him, but then he roped me into the picture...then demanded a tip.  haha  I knew he would.  Oh well.  I'm glad I can look like a whale in all these pictures.  geeesh.  What a horrible angle.

At Bubba Gump's.  Not as good as we hoped. 

With my feet in forrest gump's shoes. 

I like this picture because I don't look pregnant!!  haha

We're so cute.  Love this guy.

 

We left Tuesday morning and after our four hour layover and all the flights and driving back to Canada we finally got home around midnight.  haha  Bails was sleeping at my parents that night, but we missed him to much so we snuck in and stole him to come sleep with us that night.  It was so nice to be home and to see our little guy.  It was nice to be alone and have time to ourselves but we both missed him so much and couldn't wait to get home to him.  

So overall it was a very fun, full of adventure trip, and I'm glad we did it.  Looking back at it we will probably never do a trip again when I'm pregnant.  There was a lot of walking with this trip and although I think I was a pretty good trooper, I'm sure there was some complaining mixed in there too.  It's totally doable to vacation while pregnant, but I would have enjoyed myself more if I wasn't pregnant.  I'm glad we FINALLY took a vacation out of the country and for more than two nights.  It was awesome, and we're already planning our next trip...a family trip this time though.  

Sanny Franny

We're back!  Have been for a couple days, so I figured I should finally blog about it.  San Francisco was a blast....for the most part.  It was so nice to get away just Stephen and I and remember why we loved each other and decided to get married.  haha  Just kidding!  But seriously...it was nice to just be alone without having to worry about Bails 24/7.  Shoutout to grandma and grandpa by the way for taking care of him for the week!!  Couldn't have done it without you. 

So day one.  Unfortunately day one deserves its very own post.  The trip did not start off on a good foot to say the least.  I'm over it now...but it was a rough go.  Our flight left Great Falls at 5pm.  Normally Stephen has a tough go at the border.  They just don't like him.  So I planned a good one to two hour layover.  Ummm we got right through.  Nicest border guard I've EVER had.  He was very intrigued by my job, and Stephen loves every chance he gets to brag about how cool my job is, so we chatted it up with Mr. Border Guard for a good 3 minutes and then he let us right on into the land of the free.  And you better believe Mr. Neil Diamond was blasted as soon as we arrived in America.  It's tradition

So now it's about 12:30 pm and we have four hours to kill in podunk Great Falls.  yay us.  So we went to lunch at Cafe Rio.  Ugh...not our finest moment.  I loved Cafe Rio up until then.  It did not treat us well and we spent the next four hours trying to feel better before the flight.  We went to some crazy outdoor/workout/hunting store where we oogled the amount of guns and dead animals on the walls.  We visited Bed Bath and Beyond and received chair massages.  Highlight of the morning without a doubt.  Then we just walked until my feet were sore. 

So by 3:30 we just went to the airport to wait it out and watch Netflix. 

We flew to Salt Lake and had a three hour lay over.  So annoying, but whatever.  We dealt with it.  So by the time we fly into San Fran it's 11pm and we are spent.  The flight didn't treat either of us well.  Stephen's ears hadn't popped and the baby did NOT enjoy the flight.  I was beyond nauseous.  Yay for vacations!!!  So needless to say we're both a little on edge.  Now to rent a car and drive in one of the biggest cities in North America....to our hotel in downtown San Fran.  We had no idea what to expect. 

We soon discovered the downtown streets of San Fran are full of one ways, drunk partiers, and trains that come out of nowhere and stop for no one.  Throw in a hotel with NO parking, and no parking ANYWHERE for that matter and life was just a blast.  We finally found the hotel after circling the block three times and narrowly missing hitting four pedestrians.  Honestly, pedestrians own the streets there.  It doesn't matter what color the light is.  It drove us crazy.  Anyway, we found the hotel crammed inbetween a gadget and gizmo shop and a chinese takout place.  No joke.  By the time we finally found parking we were madly in love with each other.  haha  oh wow.  So not true.  I may have started crying walking into the hotel lobby, and Stephen may have taken on the role of my father and told me to get a grip.  That didn't help my overall feelings of love towards him, but he was right.  I needed to get a grip and just check in so we could get some sleep.  I don't even want to know what the reception guy was thinking as I stood there blurry and puffy eyed in front of him.  But I'm pretty sure he thought we were in some sort of abusive relationship.  haha 

Stephen was so fed up with the night he wouldn't even bring the luggage to the room.  So I couldn't even brush my teeth.  How rude.  Trust me...brushing my teeth was the least of my worries.  I just want to say that Travelocity gave this hotel 4 out of 5 stars!  And there were NO complaints in the comments.  This hotel was something to behold.  It was built in 1915.  Full of charm and character, right???  No siree.  There were pipes sticking out of the roof, the halls were maybe a meter in diamter, red streaky lighting everywhere.  It felt like a dungeon.  Then we opened our door.  Literally two steps to the bed.  Sit on the bed and literally another two steps to the bathroom in which the shower was a drain in the floor with a curtain and a sink that looked like it belonged in a prison cell.  The window was barred, which was probabaly a good thing because I'm 97% sure I heard a gunshot during the second of three bar fights we heard that night.  Stephen assured me it was not a gunshot, but I'm fairly certain it was.  We couldn't even watch the fight because our window faced a brick wall that if our window DID open I could have reached out and kissed it, it was that close.  Do you get the gist?!?  It was horrible.  It was my nightmare.  I lost it.  I was a hysterical, bawling mess. 

Here I had planned this awesome getaway for Stephen's birthday and this is where we're staying?!?!  Oh no.  I'm a horrible wife.   Well, this just wouldn't do, so the good ol' Jim Steed came out in me and Travelocity got a call, and and earful.  Unfortantely I could only understand about 50% of what the oh so helpful lady on the other end of the conversation was saying, but somehow I managed to cancel our reservations and get a full refund.  I also was able to book us the next three nights at the Sheraton on the Wharf.  **Insert sigh of relief as we walked into the lobby.  It was a full 180.  It was heaven on earth.  NOW our vacation could begin.  

These pictures honestly don't do the situation justice.
Here we are in Salt Lake waiting to board.  So far so good.

This is literally the whole room.  No joke.  How nice of them to give us a mirror though...

Great bathroom.  We trashed it.

Was that a gunshot?!?!

Some more of that 1915 charm and character

 
More on the rest of our trip to come!!  I'm tired or typing for now.