Most Romantic Memory #MFRWauthor

Jack and I have been married for 45 years and we dated a good many years before that. So all in all, he’s been in my life more than 50 years—since I was 13. Like a lifetime, actually. So it seems we would have had a thousand “most” romantic memories on which to draw to answer this question. Truth is, from the very beginning, all of the time we’ve spent together has been special. We’ve always laughed, enjoyed the small things, and just gone through each day hand in hand, counting ourselves lucky. Has it all been what most would consider “romantic”? Well, no. So I had to spend a minute or two to think back on all the places we’ve been and things we’ve done to determine which memory was not only romantic but most romantic.

One year, for Christmas Jack’s brother and sister-in-law gave us frequent flyer miles to go anywhere we wanted (I know, right??). At that time, I was in Virginia finishing up my year’s teaching contract and Jack was working in Kansas City as an IT consultant. We decided to spend my spring break in San Francisco.

Jack flew into Richmond the day before my break started and the next day we flew to San Fran.

We’d been there before, but always working, never with time to do whatever came to mind. I’d found a good hotel right at Fisherman’s Wharf that provided a concierge to arrange trips from the city and a car rental desk. We caught the shuttle at the airport and waited as the driver dropped off each passenger whose hotel was ahead of ours. As a reward for being patient, he took a detour down Lombard Street, commonly called the crookedest street in the world (actually, it isn’t even the crookedest street in San Francisco). Flowers lined the street, which has to be taken at a low speed not only due to the curves but to the grade, and it was not only quite the adventure, but not something we would have thought to do on our own.

For the next several days we slept in, took our time at everything, and stopped to smell the flowers—and the fish. We walked the Wharf, Chinatown, Union Square, and Market Street. Taking advantage of the great transportation system the city has, we rode buses and cable cars all over. We took a city tour and (the one day we didn’t sleep in) also a day trip to Monterey, Carmel, and Pebble Beach. One day we rented a car and drove down to San Jose where we visited the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum and later ate at one of our favorite restaurants, the Menara Moroccan Restaurant. Yum!

In short, we had a wonderful, romantic week. I can still picture us watching the seals at Pier 39 and eating breakfast outdoors at one of the wharf area’s many restaurants. We were unashamed tourists, and we loved it. Maybe because we had to spend so much time apart while working in two states, that vacation away from family and work pressures seemed dreamlike. 

Later, Jack found a job in San Francisco and we lived there for a little over a year. We loved our time living in the city but even the new memories we created can’t compare with those we made that trip. Pure love. Pure fun. Pure magic.

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