So…apparently a giant storm is headed our way (meaning home, not San Francisco) and is expected to dump a ton of snow (possibly more than in December) on us on Friday and Saturday. Margot got our tickets changed to tomorrow, so we should be home not too long after midnight tomorrow night. I’m kind of relieved. I think I would really like San Francisco, but I’m not on vacation and I haven’t really had time to enjoy myself. Marjorie and I were talking about this yesterday. Most of the time, we can’t even tell we’re in California. We could be in any city in the country. So since there hasn’t been any time to really sight-see, I’m just as happy to be going home early (thereby ensuring I’ll actually get home, as opposed to be stranded somewhere because of the weather). And I’m really tired today. This class, even though it hasn’t been stressful, is really taking a lot out of me. I’m standing ALL day, and I just want to rest, maybe take a bath, and go to bed. After we finished with the class today, we did a little work to prep for tomorrow, and then we had an early dinner. We went to an Italian place we could see from the window of the classroom and split a pizza. Good pizza, and it was just enough food. We asked the waiter if there was an ice cream place or something like that nearby, and he directed us to a gelato place around the corner. SO good. I had butter pecan. Delicious.
So tomorrow, we’re going to check out of the hotel before class and leave our stuff with them, and then when class is over, run back to the hotel, change into travel clothes, and hop in a cab to the airport. We should have plenty of time to make our flight. And we’re already checked in (online check-in FTW!), so we don’t have to worry about losing our seats. AND we’re in economy plus! Still middle seats, though. Oh well. I’m seated right behind Mavis, so I told her she’d better keep me entertained or else I’ll kick her seat the whole flight back.
Anyway, I really really really want to come back here on vacation and do all the touristy sightseeing stuff and eat at all the fantastic restaurants and just hang out. But right now, I can’t wait to get home. I’d much rather be snowed in with John (and the dogs) than stranded away from them.