I decide late last night not to take the BART to the airport. I have lugged my suitcase now for far too long. It just seems a whole pile easier to be picked up from the hotel by an airport shuttle advertised in the hotel. for the relatively cheap price of US 15.00 .
Check out of my room is at 12midday and I am off down the road to have my last bagel and monster size coffee. It is lovely to sit at the café and take the time to watch the locals and tourists go by. It’s easy to tell them apart.
In the wonderful way the body and mind works it tells me I am ready to go home. I am looking forward to my own surroundings and sleeping in my own bed. I haven’t thought about it until now but just know I am ready for home.
After checking out of my room I store my luggage downstairs in a locker (a great idea but hotels should also have some luggage scales) and go for a last walk around this wonderful city of San Francisco.
It is a stunning day with clear blue skies and the temperature is probably the highest it has been while I have been here. The trademark steep hills and cable cars are well known features of this rather serene city that has heaps going for it.
I love some of the sculptures that are scattered around Chinatown but there is definitely no room to take them home.
I return to the hotel and have a couple of hours to write some more of this blog and catch up on some news from home. My shuttle arrived on time and as I climbed in I handed the cash over to pay for it. The driver reminded me that it didn’t include a tip! Oh don’t you just love America for that. Arriving at the airport I see that the counter is due to open in 15mins. I decide to meet my fate earlier rather than later and end up second in the queue. As the counters prepare to open I eye up the staff and decide on which one has got the friendliest looking face. I chose a young tall black American guy and thought about how best to humour him if my bags were over the limit. My suitcase weighed in at 23.6 kg and I asked him quite straight faced if I needed to take something out. He said “I am sorry madam” and with that my face must have dropped and he said “just kidding”. What a relief! Even more of a relief is that he didn’t ask to weigh my cabin luggage. Phew I made it through with no extra charges.
It was a great flight and a great sleep and we seemed to touch down in no time at all. Home at last and straight through customs. It was lovely to be greeted by Brent and Charlotte especially as it was only 5.30am and early mornings and my daughter do not go together easily .It has seemed at times a long time to be away and it feels great to be here.
I am amazed at the number of people that have been reading my blog and have been encouraged by the lovely comments that I have received about it. However the blog was intended as a personal record for me to capture the parts of my travel that will jog my memory and to remind me of the absolute blast that I have had. I just chose to share that with others. Thanks for sharing my journey.