San Francisco had been on my bucketlist for a while, so when the chance came up to spend a long weekend there, I didn’t need much convincing. Having already been to Vancouver a few times, flying down from there felt like the perfect opportunity to finally cross the border and experience the US for the first time. And honestly, I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I had the usual San Francisco images in my head — the Golden Gate Bridge, colourful houses, cable cars and those ridiculously steep streets — but I was excited to see what the city would actually be like. With only a few days to…