The Bay Area

So I'm just fresh out of the airport. By now, I'm more than 24 hours awake, battling jetlag and fatigue. Jojo and Roberto are late and the weather is freezing. Finally, after more than an hour's wait, the two appear from behind.

It's been a while since I last saw these two. It kinda wierded me out at first that we were hanging out all the way here. But it was a funny, wonderful, wierd kinda thing.

The last time I've been to America was like, 12 years ago. I was a kid back then and the whole experience is now a blur to me. This time around, I'm determined to get the most I can from this trip. I've been anticipating this vacation for a long time now and this one is quite special - it's my first Christmas away from home.

The first thing that they took me to was IHOP (International House of Pancakes). It's quite a popular breakfast place around here. I ordered the breakfast sampler which included sausages, ham, bacon, hash browns, eggs and pancakes. Oh. And the ice tea here tastes like, well, iced, tea.

After that, we went to Roberto's apartment in Daly City so that I could freshen up. It was a gonna be a long day for me. First up was the Golden Gate Bridge.

Oh wow. It was really a site to see. But really, cold and windy. They said I was lucky the weather was great 'coz usually the Gate is covered in fog. Rumor says, also, that the Golden Gate Bridge is home to the most number of suicide jumpers. It even has placards which have 1800 numbers for those thinking of making the plunge. Three things will kill you: the impact, the cold and the sharks.

Next we went to Lombard St., so called the crookedest street in the world. The street wasn't that beautiful as it should've been because it was winter. Too bad.

You know the scene in The Rock wherein Sean Connery meets his daughter. That's in the Palace of Fine Arts! It really is a cool place for picnics, dates and pictorials. Haha!

After that, we went to Fisherman's Wharf, a huge complex built for parting tourists with their money. Well some of them aren't that bad. Like the clam chowder served in sourdough bread. It was really, really good.

I'm getting sleepy. I'll just post the pictures next. Okay!

Merry Christmas!