Friday, 26th July, 2013.
Anna, Pedram and Zoe, Paul, and Pat and I all arrived in San Francisco, on three different flights, within a few hours of each other, with Laura there to meet all of us. Pat and I sailed very smoothly through the infamous LA airport – the event we had been dreading- only to have our connecting flight to San Francisco delayed by four hours due to a problem with air traffic control and fog in San Francisco. You’d think they’d have learnt to deal with fog by now.
Feeling quite shattered after very little sleep on the flight from Brisbane, i threw dignity to the winds and stretched out on three seats in LA airport, (which involved threading my legs under a set of arm rests) and caught up on a bit of sleep there.
Laura has rented for us an absolutely delightful apartment in the Castro district – right near all the action.
Just to make us feel at home, there are flowering eucalypts near our apartment – but bigger and brighter than any I have seen in Australia.
The Angels’ Trumpets are flowering as well.
No, this one’s not ours, but it’s near by.
This house is very well shingled.
Abrupt grade change – yes, it drops away completely. We’re walking out to meet Laura and Kirsty for dinner.
Here we are, having dinner at Barney’s. Zoe is asleep in the pram at the end of the table.
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