Last week I did a 36-hour trip to San Francisco, one of my very favourite cities. It was for work, alas, and I didn’t get to see or do all — or anything, really — that I would have liked, but it was still quite nice. Here’s how it went:
- 5+ hour flight to SFO, during which I watched Se7en (for the quillionth time) and several episodes of Portlandia (for the first time)
- 6+ hour vendor meeting, which actually went better than you would normally expect with a 6+ hour vendor meeting
- Dinner at L’Appart, a fantastic French restaurant up in San Anselmo. I had Shrimp Napoleon and cassoulet and crème brûlée, and shared in the flowing bottles of Bordeaux and Cotes du Rhone. It was like being back in Juilley.
- Heavy, zonked, lights-out sleep at the Intercontinental Mark Hopkins in Nob Hill
- Relaxing morning, including a walk around the city (and by ‘a walk’ I mean ‘climbing up and down a million hills’), a Starbucks stop and returning to my room to sit in the window, drink my coffee and read the New York Times
- 5+ hour flight to YYZ, during which I watched Patton (imdb | rotten tomatoes) for the first time. I’ve always put off watching it because it’s so long, but when you have five hours to kill a 182-minute movie comes in handy.
I would have loved to spend more time in the city, or take a side trip up to Napa, but it just wasn’t happening. Still, 24 hours in northern California in February is better than no hours at all.
Yes, I know your pain. I fly to Miami tomorrow for work and back on Friday. Although I do hope to get out at least one night.
That’s the weird thing…it wasn’t painful. A good meeting, a great meal, a few hours to enjoy some California weather and decent in-flight entertainment made it surprisingly enjoyable.
Enjoy Miami.
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