There are times that I get so immersed in a book that I’m reading, I sometimes confuse it with reality.
Right, that makes me sound all kinds of crazy. I prefer to think of it as I have a really active imagination.
Or have escapist tendencies.
During my trip to California, I was reading the Percy Jackson series and its spin-off, Heroes of Olympus. If you’re not familiar with either the books or the lame movie adaptation, it centers on Greek and Roman mythology. Not only were some scenes based in the Bay Area, but my cousin just happened to take me to the Palace of Fine Arts on our tour of San Francisco. That didn’t exactly help with my mix-up between what I’m reading and reality.
Is that a centaur?
The Palace of Fine Arts is probably my favorite place in all of San Francisco. Well, except for those places that were related to food. I know it’s not an actual Greek or Roman ruin– I think it’s part of an exhibition– but I love the arches and the Corinthian columns and the general ancient world feel of the place.
Camp Half-blood! Haha.
If I lived anywhere near this place, I’d always hang out here, maybe reading on one of the benches. Or secretly downing vodka in a mineral water bottle, which we might or might not have done already.
My Zeus, this place is beautiful.
There were a lot of birds that made their home in the lagoon. Because I am a graduate of one of the best science programs in the country, I’ve identified them expertly as: ducks, swans, seagulls, and some gray birds.
This mama swan was protective of its cygnets. It chased away another bird that was getting a bit too close.
The Palace seemed like a popular place for pictorials, especially for weddings. I don’t blame them, the place is really photogenic. It felt like the gods will descend from Olympus and give me a quest or something. Scratch that — it felt like Olympus.
This place came the closest to how I felt when I was hanging out at the John Madejski Garden in V&A. I wish I could have seen it at night.