Sunday was bright and sunny. Rachel, Adam, Amy and I were on our way to what we thought was going to an epic spring break trip. Hopes ran high.
After greeting San Francisco with enthusiasm, we found a place to park right next to Golden Gate Park and counted ourselves lucky for finding a spot so quickly. We then went straight to the anarchist book fair, ate lunch at a Mediterranean restaurant and traipsed through the surrounding area and park.
While walking back to the car, we noticed another vehicle parked on the same road as us that had been broken into.