UIm in the taxi to the airport. I closed my eyes for about an hour last night, lets call that sleep. Just over two hours till my flight.
Its still dark here in Toronto, the sky begins to brighten the day. I roll down my window to feel the cool breeze as we pick up highway speed.
Checking in, they charge me 25 dollars for one checked bag.
6:30 and Im already at my gate. I was wisked through security( one of the fringe benifits of being blind). The lady in front of me forgot her laptop at the xray machine. She took off so quick I called after her, success, reunited.
They make the final call for a united airlines flight to San Francisco. I would be on that plane save for my hatred of said airline. I got airsick last time i flew united(they also sqewerd traditional gender roles with male flight attendants and a lady pilot.
I go shopping to kill time. Not really looking to buy anything. The duty free shop has nothing on BevMo (a store in California where i plan to buy my booze).
I pick up a cheese bagel and apple juice. Ahhh breakfast. I wish they had a Tim Hortons in this section of the airport(i think its on the domestic flights side unfortunately)
I was starving. Now Im not. But still not satisfied, that comes later, when I get lunch at Sweet Chinito. That sandwich draws me west.
I dont watch anything on the flight, i just try to catch my missing zzz's.
I was smart enough to pre-purchase lunch(a chicken wrap and some cashews) saving myself 3$.
The plane banks hard and i catch a glimpse of my city out the window. Yes, my city. San Francisco, my friends live here, the food is amazing. I've been here more times than I can count (is this the 13th time?).
Touchdown. Next post is from Matt's house.
