My sister and I fancy ourselves to be pretty clever people. Just ask us, we’ll tell you. Humbly of course. We’ve had a lot of great ideas in our time but one of our recent ones is going to go down as an all time favorite. For a few years now, we have struggled with the idea of gifts. You know, birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, online browsing and pulling your hair out trying to find the perfect gift gifts. We wanted to get gifts for each other, but, we didn’t want to spend time or money on gifts that nobody wanted or needed. Last year we decided that we weren’t going to buy each other birthday or Christmas gifts any more. We were going to have experiences together. We decided to take a yearly sister vacation in lieu of material goods.
Now on to the good stuff……where to go, what to do? The opportunities were endless. We could go to Europe (too expensive and time consuming), Costa Rica (ditto), Arizona (uninspired), Mexico (hmmmm….real possibility here), wine country (we always have fun in wine country). We went back and forth for awhile but nothing felt quite right. Then my sister, who lives in San Francisco, got the happy news that she was getting a raise at work. While not the kind of raise that allows you to take six weeks off and roam Europe, it was the kind of raise that allowed her to afford her apartment without a roommate. Which is almost as good as Europe. Seriously. So after spending most of her adult life sharing space with people possessing various degrees of compatibility and cleanliness, she gave her roommate notice. It was time to move on.
Once the roommate moved out, my sister gained a guest room. Suddenly, operation sister vacation was in action. What better than a long weekend in San Francisco with affordable (free!) accommodations, allowing us more money for food, drink and adventures.
When the time arrived I packed my bags (including 10 pounds of bison meat and a sourdough starter) and left Montana for San Francisco. Upon arrival I dashed to my sister’s house and packed the meat in her freezer. I then walked to the station and took the train downtown to complete a little solo shopping while my sister finished working. I powered through Cuyana (I’m obsessed) and Anthropologie (spring wardrobe refresh). I then met up with my sister for oysters and a cocktail to kick off the long weekend.
We spent the next three days hitting the best of San Francisco. We got pastries at Tartine Manufactory (delicious!) and wandered through Heath Ceramics. We drank Boba tea and ate pizza. We browsed the Mission district. We got a bottle of rosé and drank it in Mission Dolores Park on a gorgeous sunny afternoon. We wandered through Flora Grubb and soaked in the beautiful plants and art. We sat on the porch and drank coffee and took afternoon naps. We ran with my sister’s running group through Golden Gate Park on Saturday morning. We ate breakfast burritos and drank coffee at Philz in the Castro. We had cocktails with friends and gorged ourselves on crab at PPQ Dungeness Island. Insider tip…..go to PPQ. It’s the best. While we wandered, we talked. We talked about things big and small, but mostly, we spent a few days living in each other’s universe. We coexisted without the distractions of parents, partners, children or work.
It may not have been an exotic vacation but it was packed full of experiences and time with my sister. Those are priceless commodities. Those are the vacations that provide happiness and good memories long after they are finished. Those are the vacations that make life fun, and meaningful and fulfilling.
Here’s to more sister vacations and meaningful travel.