The old adage is true – there is no place like home – especially when home is San Francisco. It was great getting off the airplane, right over to the rental car counter, and onto the freeway without having to look at a map or figure out what route to take.
The only strange thing was this was the very first time I ever flew home and didn’t first call my father upon landing. But… he’s going to be buying dinner for us one last time at Celia’s on Saturday… More on that on Saturday… 🙂
The Frontier Airlines flight was pretty good. I had a really good Turkey and Brie sandwich on a walnut raisin bread. They charge for everything – credit card only – but it was otherwise totally uneventful. Bags arrived in SFO… Off to my sister’s…
Arlene came down a day early (she’s picking up my niece Jessica Wednesday who’s flying in from from Florida) and Eileen made us all Reuben’s from a great corned beef she had made on Sunday. We all sat around and ate and laughed and just had fun. By 9pm we were dead. Time zone changes always get to me the first day. The down side is being wide awake at 4:30am PST. By the time we hit the train on Tuesday our sleep patterns will probably be in total sync.
It’s almost time to start our first full day…