In love...with...San Francisco...must move on soon...but how?
We had our concerns about how awkward English people would usually fit here during the Christmas period, but the city made room.
What thrills! I love a good island. When I see one I immediately get the urge to stand on it. All my dreams came true with Alcatraz.
Right now we're at Pacific Tradewinds Hostel near Chinatown (no longer with the tour group). I'm attempting to make the little TV in the corner talk. It dawns on me that years of Richard ruling over the remote control have left me completely unable to use televisions (my they've moved on). This is the least of my worries however; he's insisting that tomorrow we cycle to Muir Woods but he forgets that he's dealing with someone who classes cycling as 'extreme sports.'
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