Descriptive Essay About San Francisco

Click! Clack! The stark contrast between the sounds of the shoes of native San Franciscans and the muted thump that my tennis shoes made as I padded up the limestone steps was almost as startling as San Francisco itself. Spending only one week in such an urban city revealed to me the distinction between the culture of the inhabitants of more populated, popular locations and the small, rural, unremarkable state from which I originate: Iowa. The city was vibrant and full of color, with architecture crawling out from the side of hills, covered in vines wrapping around the railings like ancient fingers. One week was enough for me to become obsessed over the things that I didn’t have time to see, but desperately wanted to. Traveling to San Francisco, the largest and most startling city I’ve ever visited, resulted in me becoming a more engaged and ambitious individual. During my freshman year of high school, my mom purchased Amtrak tickets to San Francisco for spring break. I had always yearned to go to San Francisco, due to the fact that the pictures of the architecture were beautiful, as well as the images of the complete wilderness that composed its National Parks and forests. I was enamored by the fact that the Spanish culture that established the city was so proudly displayed within its name, especially because I had only ever been exposed to the small, banal towns in Iowa, where people came to settle down after having decided that there was no longer anything new to be