Visited the Monterey Bay Aquarium as soon as it opened.
Walked around Cannery Row.
(Briefly) wandered around downtown Monterey and Fisherman’s Wharf.
Took the 17-Mile Drive at Pebble Beach.
Drove to San Francisco, hitting lots of traffic along the way and playing car games to keep ourselves busy.
Checked into the adorable, historic hotel where we stayed for the next three nights: the San Remo.
Got dressed up for a nice dinner right downstairs at Fior d’Italia.
By the time we woke up on the fourth day of our trip, the weather had mellowed out into a beautiful, 70 degree, sunny day. So naturally, we spent the morning inside an aquarium. That was a small sacrifice for such a lovely aquarium though. (As a side note, notice my crab brooch – yeah, I tried to dress thematically whenever possible. This also included wearing my tiny flower pot necklace when we went to the Flower Fields and dressing nautically when we visited 826 Valencia’s pirate supply store.)
We spent the next couple of hours walking around Monterey, feeling a little overwhelmed by the amount of things to see/do and our limited time. However, we were able to peruse Cannery Row, where I snagged a picture with my pal John Steinbeck, and a few record/book shops downtown. We also went to Fisherman’s Wharf for a grand total of 30 minutes – just enough time to grab a caprese panini from the market and see a seal splashing around in the harbor.
We ended our stay in Monterey with the 17-mile drive around Pebble Beach. I know, more driving, just for kicks? But it was worth it.
The rest of the drive up to San Francisco was painfully slow at times, but we made the best of our time in the car by really talking (isn’t it amazing how sometimes on trips you manage to not talk that much?), playing car games, and listening to this newly discovered podcast.
By the time we made it into the city, it was already getting dark. We checked into the San Remo, which is the most charming hotel I’ve ever stayed in – a 1906 establishment nestled in North Beach and within walking distance of most everything. Rather than wandering out to find dinner, we decided to put on our fancy clothes and eat at the restaurant right under the hotel, which also happens to be the oldest Italian restaurant in the country. We treated ourselves to prosciutto and melon, homemade gnocchi, pumpkin ravioli, and poached pear with cream. I must admit, I felt pretty glamourous returning to our little Victorian hotel after that meal.