California - Day 1

After a six hour flight, I can honestly tell you that I am sitting 50 feet above Sutter Street in San Francisco. There's a fire escape just outside our window but they're locked. Oh, the temptation!

I always heard people say that California is warm, but I didn't believe them until I stepped out of the airport and into the West Coast air. Now, let me begin by explaining that I was wearing a pea coat over a sweater over a T-shirt so I had less to pack. It was fun in Philly (where the temperature at 6:30 hovered around -2000) but it became a nightmare on the plane and definitely in the taxi.

I'd put up some pictures but unfortunately a hotel that was built in the early 1900s will only let you charge your laptop OR your phone, not both at the same time, and obviously the internet is better. So Apple wins. 

I keep teasing mummy that I'm going to hop on a bus and roam around the Castro* and get my hair cut short and pierce my tongue before I leave. Some part of her believes it. 

Although I'm content to sit here, admire the skyline and listen to the city breathe, Mummy is ITCHING to power walk through downtown, so I'll keep this short. 

More to come.