My time in San Francisco was one of extremes. It featured the best burger I’ve ever had, cycling about 30 miles and reaching the point where I literally couldn’t pedal any more, and getting up before 4am in a bid to securing Alcatraz tickets. I was tired, I was cold, and at times I was elated.
Here’s what I learned from my fantastic weekend in this city.
Why do you keep going back to the same place?
This is one of the questions I get asked the most. Everyone knows that I love exploring new places, so why do I keep going back to the same part of central Florida time and time again?
Annoyingly, the only answer to this that I’ve ever conjured up is that ‘you’d understand if you’ve been there yourself’. My friends that have visited the ‘place where magic lives’ agree with this overwhelmingly. It’s hard to explain the atmosphere, the immersion and the fun to someone who is adamant that you’re a bit of a hypocrite.
So, here is my attempt to try and put my reasons into words. It will probably be in vain, but I’m sure all the converts out there will be nodding along.