San Francisco, Day One

Kim and I arrived this afternoon at the San Francisco International Airport. It will remain a total mystery how my dear sister survived 7 1/2 hours without a cigarette, but let me tell you, she burst out of that plane once we'd reached the ground and made her way as quickly as possible to the fresh air for the sole purpose of polluting it:


We mastered the BART and arrived at our hotel without incident because we are Urban Warriors! After a nap and wine and cheese in the common area (both staples of the Urban Warrior lifestyle) we went out to explore Chinatown. We turned down several interesting dinner choices:



and settled instead at bar Vesuvio on Columbus Ave. in North Beach, a favorite hangout of the Beat Generation. We enjoyed their signature drink, the Jack Kerouac and relaxed a bit from the challenging walk.


Kim continued her tradition of photography without irony:


On the way home, despite dragging a bit because of the time change, we managed to take in a little "culture":


And all of this only in the first 12 hours!

More tomorrow!