Morning in San Francisco

Our hosts warned us that many previous visitors had suffered sleepless nights on the misshapen pullout couch that we would be sharing, but we both awoke feeling like we slept on a bed of clouds with angels massaging our backs throughout the evening. Now that we feel as though we have mastered the absurdly confusing San Francisco public transportation system, we intend to conquer the rest of this deceivingly massive city today. Rather than jogging in our densely populated neighborhood, we chose to return to Golden Gate Park (which seems to be giving Central Park a hell of a run for it's money). We have no other specific plans for the day, but have no doubt that we will find something to keep us busy. Post a comment if you have any suggestions!


We will from now on be selecting a favorite local beer in each city, and for Portland, Maine the winner was Shipyard Pumpkinhead. The jury is still out on the best local beer in San Fran.

We are glad to be on the ground on September 11th, but we also feel that the ability for us to take this airport hopping vacation is a tiny example of the unwavering strength of the United States, displaying the perseverance of our technologies and luxuries that people attempted to rob from us 8 years ago. We will be flying in and out of JFK many times in the next few weeks, and will always notice and never forget the altered skyline of Manhattan.

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Total Flying Time: 10 Hours 45 Minutes