We have landed in The City (San Francisco, if you orient toward the left coast) and I am eating and drinking myself silly.
I am blogging from a little hipster coffee shop attached to the boutique hotel where we’re staying. The walls are painted dark red and covered with art of dubious quality. I’m drinking a Blue Moon and eating Oreos. E popped in after a relaxing bath, and popped back out to get his hair trimmed.
Our flight was delayed because of the fog and smoke over of Northern California from lightning-strike fires. The same smoke is making the city overcast and chill and very windy. I now wish I had brought more than one pair of long pants.
We found a fabulous little hole-in-the-wall noodle shop called King of Thai. Yesterday I had their spicy sour pork noodle soup with vermicelli noodles. Today I had beef ball soup with thin rice noodles. Just enough spice to make my lips tingle. Orgasmic.
We have spent today meandering and shopping. E deliberately underpacked with the intention of buying clothes. I bought a spendy pair of walking sandals that should serve me well on our excursions around the city. I need to buy more long pants.