Aquarium of the Bay
It's a special week for an energetic, little, animal-loving friend. And, even though we aren't able to fly back to Brussels and celebrate in person, we needed something to mark the occasion. Even though giraffes are her clear favorite, we opted for a visit to the Aquarium of the Bay which is just a few blocks down from our new home. A 20 percent off coupon might have helped convince us too... might. On top of all that, we're still new and in a bit of a touristy mood, so off we were walking down the street to spend the afternoon with the fish.The Aquarium of the Bay is San Francisco's magic window to peer underwater. There is an emphasis on the Bay’s coastal preservation and we even got a say in which non-profit our entrance fee should go towards. We loved the jellyfish, they were mesmerizing as they floated through the water. Totally tantalizing (heh, get it). Shortly after, we found a big (creepy, even) Pacific octopus with some really impressive staff-members to explain their nifty tidbits. And then, the tunnels... Okay, so here's the deal. This used to be a big issue. There was an... 'incident' in the much shorter tunnel in the Dallas aquarium. Nothing serious. I just freaked out and ran like a maniac. But here, nothing - two years of braving the Brussels highway tunnels has gotten me used to
living life on the edge this stuff, and now I take it like a pro. Just look at me down there gazing like a brave (normal) aquarium visitor. Also going to take credit for these tunnels being way longer than one would expect. Sharks, stingrays... bass. There's just about everything, all around you.Did you see me touching that Bat Ray up there?? Way cool. They're the babies from the big tunnel Bat Rays and they're feisty. They'll swim by your hand and act like they're about to bite it off, but they're just being playful. Super soft+slimy, if you were curious.The grand finale was the North American river otters, the cousin of those cute, hand-holding sea otters. These frisky fellas sleep around sixteen hours a day, so we felt pretty lucky when we caught them at playtime. Three of them, one named Shasta. Shasta was rescued from fur trappers in Louisiana. I was both excited and very disappointed in my home state. Either way, he was my favorite.This post is done is cooperation with Smartsave. Go get your 20 percent and see what sea stars feel like!