I am propped up in bed at the Wiltshire, an historic hotel on Market street in San Francisco, my eyes propped open with toothpicks. The BART station is right outside our door and we are packed and ready to go.
It's 36 hours or so since we woke up at John and Jo O'Neils in Melbourne on Wednesday morning and it's still Wednesday. We've had a busy few days. We touched down in Melbourne just before noon on Tuesday (Monday if you are east of the dateline), and John was there waiting for us as planned. The trip to their home was a little unexpected. A plane crashed into a mall next to the freeway that leads out from the airport so the freeway was closed and major arteries congested. It gave us lots of time to catch up with John and see a bit of Melbourne! We spent a quiet day: visiting over lunch, catching a much-needed afternoon nap, sitting in the garden, learning more about Tassie and Australia, ending the day with a great dinner out. A long cab ride to the airport in the morning, and we were on our way to Auckland, and then on to SFO arriving here at 1030 this morning, still Wednesday.
We hopped on BART at the airport and it brought us to within a block of our hotel which is great. Since we couldn't check in, we headed out along Market, stopped at the Downtown Farmer's Market up the street for tamales, and then made our way to Union Square where we picked up tix for a play. Then to Yerba Buena Centre, to check out the new SF MOMA. It's closed today but we did finally manage to get a glimpse of the new museum building ( a bit underwhelming-- hopefully it's more interesting inside than out!). Tonight we enjoyed a play called John (I referred to John as the proverbial elephant in the room-- in this case the "other man") at the Strand just down the street. Convenient to our hotel, funny and thought-provoking, but I have to admit that by intermission I was wondering if Wednesday would ever end.
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