Although we were excited for the next phase in our adventure, we did find ourselves bidding a reluctant farewell to San Diego. But no time for dwelling in the past - San Francisco awaits!
The funny thing about the San Diego airport is that it has only ONE runway. I don't know how many thousands of passengers it services each day, but it is in the tens of thousands. All with one runway. And the airport itself is right in the heart of the city, so that planes arriving and leaving have to narrowly bypass tall buildings. It's a disconcerting sight to see a large jet just skim the top of the buildings coming in for a landing. I have a feeling they don't assign the San Diego flights to the rookie pilots.
The first thing you notice upon arriving in San Francisco from San Diego is the different colours. San Diego is blue and white and terracotta; San Francisco is taupe and grey and sage green. Except our hotel.
I'll post photos when we get home, but the Sheraton Fisherman's Wharf has been redone in slightly psychedelic, slightly Cat in the Hat decor. Broad turquoise bands of colour line the hallways, the blinds are canary yellow, the carpet is a paintbox of stripes, while the beds are covered in aquamarine and fuchsia pillows and a huge rectangular bolster. And it's all cubist and sleek and cheerfully modern. And it's only slightly flash-back inducing.
We checked in and almost immediately wandered the streets. In San Diego, we needed to cab everywhere, in San Francisco, there is so much within walking distance, it's like being in the heart of downtown. Except that two blocks away is the waterfront.
We had dinner at the wharf where I had a fabulous fish stew that I have been dreaming about my whole life. Outside the restaurant window, a precocious sea lion sunned itself on the dock, occasionally rolling over onto its back as though inviting us to rub its belly.
Tomorrow, we plan to arise fairly early and wander down to Chinatown for starters and then see where the day takes us. In the evening we will take the F line cable car down to the Castro area, where we are meeting Will and Hillary for dinner. Are you jealous yet?