05 June 2011
Family ReunionSeattle – San Francisco. Travel day.
I was a bit all over the place this morning. It ended up being a late one last night, running all over town delivering cell phones (don’t ask) and I needed to be up at a reasonable hour as Smasher and I had promised each other we’d get on top of the Glastonbury video stuff. Breakfast was a meeting of the dazed but we did get it together to make the departure deadline.
Long I have maintained that my favourite flight is a flight from anywhere to San Francisco, so I confess to having been perhaps a little over-excited en route. It’s a year or more since I’ve been to the city at the end of the rainbow and even though the weather forecast isn’t the best (as ever) it’s a thrill to have a day or two at ‘home’.
Our flight didn’t get us in until the early evening but I still made the most of a night off here, meeting some friends at a favourite restaurant and inevitably going on to a bar or two. Funny, it’s ten years now since I lived here but I still feel like a native, taking a streetcar rather than a cab, walking back down Market Street (still an open psychiatric unit, it seems) just to take it all in. Old places have closed, new places spring up, but still it feels like a family reunion.