San Francisco Workout

Now I've seen pictures of San Francisco, but I never understood how hilly the whole city is until today. And it was a painful lesson. My legs are seriously aching now.

From the moment we arrived in San Francisco, J pestered us to go on what he calls the tram; they call it streetcar here. So we promised him that we would take it today. That meant we had to leave the car and take public transport. And we had to get from our apartment to the streetcar stop somehow. So we had to walk. Aiyoh. Going downhill is tough because K had to make sure that the stroller didn't escape his grasp, taking the two kids along with it. (While K's hanging on tight to the stroller, J and E are shrieking, J: "Faster, Dad, faster!") Then climbing back uphill was even tougher! J was a real trouper, thankfully. He was game to do the trek uphill on foot, even though at a couple of points, he was tired out enough to just collapse and sit down on the ground to take a break. Then he would get up and try racing uphill again. At one point, he was daring me to race with him!


I don't think we'll be doing this again.

We're staying in an apartment here in San Francisco. The owners are away in France, so we're renting for a few days. It's a little more expensive, but we love it because we have so much more space, a fully equipped kitchen, a plasma TV, an outdoor deck and a fantastic view of the ocean (as well as Alcatraz).

It's a very beautiful home. My favourite part of it is the kitchen, much more spacious than the cubicle I have in Singapore. Also, very well-stocked and well-equipped. And it was a view of the ocean too. Sigh. Too gorgeous.

Anyway, here they are on the streetcar at least. Note J's glee. And yes, he's holding a toy streetcar.