Someone once wrote, “No city invites the heart to come to life as San Francisco does. Arrival in San Francisco is an experience in living“. Well, I couldn’t agree more.
A couple of delicious white wines, amazing in-flight entertainment and 12 hours up in the air, the plane landed at San Francisco International Airport at 10:05hrs today. I had gone without sleep for more than 20 hours and it dawned upon me that I had to live Friday all over! Great.
After going through tight airport security, I hopped on the BART and headed straight for the Civic Centre. Got out, flagged down a cab and spoke my first words… “430, Steiner Street on Page”. Yes. Rachel’s address. The girl I’ve never met in my life and whom I was going to stay with throughout my sabbatical. How exciting!
Rachel’s lovely cousin, Mary, greeted me at the door with a big smile and hug. I love her already. She’s gone to meet some friends now whilst I luxuriate on Rachel’s comfy couch in her beautiful apartment. They’ve even got an allotment at the back of the flat! Perfect summer hangout, I’m thinking.
The thing I look forward to most today? Watching Rachel walk through her front door and giving her a huge hug. It’ll be emotional. And brilliant. Word.