Sunday, I finally said goodbye to the Caribbean. While I can say I was sad to leave St. Kitts, I wasn't all that upset at leaving Barbados. The other islands had been nice, but I much prefer traveling with friends. Also, I was headed to see my little sister in San Francisco, which I was pee-in-my-pants excited about. The first day in San Fran, my sister took me to the pier and wharf. I was especially excited by the food market. There were all sorts of foodie-fun things to look at, taste, and buy. Also, we saw Alcatraz, the seals, and the shops in that area. We ate at Boudin, THE San Fran sourdough restaurant. Unfortunately, my camera died and so I have no pictures. Also, I've been to San Fran a few times before, so I was being less of a tourist and doing more catching up with my sister. Tuesday, we mostly hung out, but I went down to Stanford to visit my cousin for dinner. Wednesday, I met a friend to go on a tour of the Winchester House. Apparently, the lady who married the guy in charge of Winchester guns felt that “people don't kill people, guns kill people.” She went to a psychic in order to determine how to pacify the ghost of the victims of gun violence. The psychic said that she must start to build a house and never finish building. So, for the next several decades, she built and built. The result is a HUGE mansion with all sorts of crazy architectural features. There are doors to nowhere, windows that have a view of a wall, towers good for spying on the kitchens below, and furniture painted with a feather to look like a different wood. The tour itself is pretty interesting. I wish I could show pictures of the inside, but they ban those and with only 2 people on the tour, I wasn't going to be able to sneak any.