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Off to the airport around 0500 for 0645 flight. Found a decent spot in long term parking and trundled our bags through the rain to the shuttle bus depot. Found the first bus there would take us right to our terminal and we were off.
Since we had a few minutes to kill before boarding, we found a “grill” open two gates down and got some breakfast. While sitting there eating breakfast I looked at our boarding passes again and realized it wasn’t a few minutes to boarding, but a few minutes to take off. Quick closed the lids on our breakfasts and hussled back to the gate, onto the plain and got our stuff stowed.
Nice flight. Every passenger gets an LCD screen in the back of the seat in front of them and the cabin crew are very friendly.
We arrived in Denver with plenty of time to make our connection, 2 gates over. When we hit the ground at SFO and were allowed to activate mobile phones again I called Martin to let him know we were down and taxing, but that since we had to check luggage after all, just meet us at baggage claim. We got down the escalator from the concourse at the exact same moment he came up the escalator from the parking garage. Perfect timing!

Drove up to the City to get checked into our hotel, only to find that they don’t start checkins until 1500, and it was only 1100. However they graciously offered to hold onto our luggage for us. We left our luggage with them and left again with Martin. A leisurely drive down the coast to Santa Cruz to say hello to Godmoma and pick up Martin’s spare car (with a stop for lunch at The Flying Fish Grill). When we got there we found that the spare car wasn’t quite ready (it was in the paint shop and they need to fix the drivers door handle). We hung out with Godmoma. We headed back up Highway 1 to San Francisco. stopping to photograph some kite surfers. Back on the road and by now it’s 4, 5 o’clock PDT and I’ve been up for 27 hours. I start drifting off in the car. Mostly wake up as we pull into the parking garage just up the street from the hotel; We get there, get checked in, up to the room and OH. MY. GOD.
It’s the Sugarluxe room. Painted in all kinds of garish shades of pink, turquise and chocolate pudding brown. Luckily we’re only here to sleep.
I change my shirt and shoes and we head out for some diner. For the first time in 4 YEARS I eat real Chinese food and IT IS GOOD! I mean come on, Chinese food in China Town. Then we head up the street (and by up, I mean UP. And up. And up.) to North Beach to get a cappuccino and tiramisu.
Wander back to the hotel, plug in devices needing to charge up, post this blog update and crash.

Tomorrow: Alcatraz, Fisherman’s Wharf, Fort Point.