After arriving in San Fran, I call my parents to let um know that we got in fine. Big D was supposed to meet us at the airport in a few hours, and give us ride to the hotel, but his flight got canceled. All flights for the next several days are all sold out, and the earliest he could come would be in 2 days. We catch a shuttle to the hotel, and the story begins there.
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| Aru? Emma makes a quick call to her mom to update her on the situation. | A beautiful view of downtown; too bad my camera no can do night shots. |
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| Using Zen meditation, I manage to slow my heartrate and make this slightly less wobbly photo. | We stopped off at this small Italian cafe, Cafe Puccini I think it was, for a quick dinner: Mozzarella Salmon Foccacia. Damn good stuff. |
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| One of my fav resteraunts here. Just about everything on the menu has garlic in it, and lots of it. Try the garlic icecream. | Emma ignores me while we check out a local bookstore for awhile. |
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| Ah, a beautiful beginning for the second day. Notice the good timing, with the sun directly over the needle of the bank building. | Welcome to the Rock, Gentlemen. |
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| The Sea Monks own this side of the dock. Their yelps can be heard for quite a distance. | Whooo! Thats some strong smell. |