I’m currently on day 5 of 7 on my San Francisco trip. It’s amazing. The food, the culture, the people, the everything is wonderful.

This is my first journey out west and also my first time traveling solo. As you can imagine, the plane ride here was an anxiety filled experience. Can I really survive out here alone for an entire week? Am I going to be alone? What am I going to do?

The pit in my stomach vanished as soon as I got to the heart of San Francisco. I was greeted by cool air, the hustle and bustle of downtown, and by new faces. It’s a new beginning and I’m a blank canvas.

I checked into my hostel and immediately got to work. So many things to see, burritos to eat, and hills to climb. I spent nearly every waking moment on the go just aimlessly walking around. I got lost. So very lost. But by the 3rd day I was very familiar with the city and was able to navigate most places easily.

The highlight of my trip is definitely the hike along the western coastline from Golden Gate Park. I started at the park, which was filled with tourists as you can imagine, and worked my way over to the ocean. There I passed through Land’s End and ultimately ended up underneath the Golden Gate Bridge. I took the road less traveled (lol cliche but yes) and there were times where all I heard was the crash of the ocean and the rustling of leaves. I was completely alone for long periods of time just enjoying nature. The hike wasn’t terribly difficult but to the average tourist it’s a lot to handle. It was slightly dangerous lol, steep cliffs, climbing over loose rocks, and rising tides nearly did me in but I managed somehow. At some point I was high above the city and the view was amazing. I’m not going to describe it because I can’t do it accurately. It was definitely a “you have to be there” moment.

I’ve been called a traveler by the locals and other travelers. Most tourists don’t give me the time of day lol. I’ll take it though!

Because I’ve been branded as such, I’ve made plenty of friends and basically became a temporary local. Not once have I waited in line or done anything that was a waste of time.

Going with the flow is an amazing thing. If you have the nerve (and smarts, don’t do it if you can’t be safe) travel alone. It’s an eye opening experience and it’s given me a feeling of purpose in life.

As a bonus, traveling alone means that the only whining you’ll hear is from yourself, if you choose to do so that is lol.

tl;dr: eating an authentic Mission style burrito is a spiritual experience.

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