Cool, I'm in San Francisco. We have wifi in the hotel and it works. Hurray. We're staying in a little old hotel called the Chancellor. Definitely not a 5 star place, but hey, we're schoolteachers. Our room on the dreaded 13th floor looks out onto Powell Street and the trolley line. I could have had a quiet room in the back, but I wanted to hear the city. It's already been a long day since we got up at 6 and left for the airport at 7:30. Our flight in business class (yea for big seats and special attention from the stewardesses. We took BART from the Airport to the Powell Street Station and walked up the four blocks to our hotel. Not bad at all. However, it is 4:30 Atlanta time and we are tired and hungry. The flight was amazing. Calm, bright, and endless mountains, deserts, glacial looking icepacks, canyons and rivers. I asked the pilot what our visibility was and he said 140 miles.

The place seems a lot like New York with lots of people everywhere and shops and clubs everywhere. We're going to take a cable car to Fisherman's Wharf and check out locations. We have tours arranged for tomorrow. Although the internet said a high of 65 today, it's actually sunny and about 70 ish or a bit more. How can you skip across a continent in 5 hours? Adventure lies ahead.