Somewhere in there I had a morning to myself on the beach in San Francisco. I swam in my underwear, even though everyone else in the water had a full wetsuit and surfboard. Worth it.
People joke about how it is always grey and foggy in San Francisco. I don't want to believe them, but my experience was of driving accross the Golden Gate Bridge from a sunny warm northern shore into a damp cool fog, which lifted as soon as we neared the airport, just south of the city. It's all true.
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