I remembered why I don’t like to exercise at the gym. Hotel gyms, anyway. They’re HOT. Freakishly hot and humid. But I’m not about to go for a run by myself, in the dark, in a city I don’t know, so a treadmill in the rainforest it is. We did go for a quite a nice walk last night, though. Martha’s phone died Sunday night, so we walked to a nearby Verizon store and figured we’d look for a place to eat near there or on the way back to the hotel. We saw surprisingly few restaurants at first, but we kept walking. Ended up at Union Square (I think), found a sketchy street, turned around and headed east (I think – no, it was north) for a while, found ourselves in Chinatown, dismissed one restaurant because it was empty and smelled weird, found a really steep hill (the first one we’d seen! very exciting), and tried to find our way back to Market Street. We did, eventually, and we turned east again, but within about three blocks we realized we’d gone too far east on California Street (maybe in Chinatown? nope. Again, that was north.), so we turned around on Market and found our way back to 2nd Street. California was the hilly street. We had dinner at a Thai place less than 2 blocks from our hotel (it was really good and we were really hungry) and then crashed for the night.
I think tonight we’re either going to find one of the French restaurants Evelyn recommended or head somewhere famous and touristy.
Today is my first teaching day, so I have to hurry up and get ready.