It’s my first trip for the year in the US. Thank goodness that the birthplace of the Internet offers it for free in most hotels. Unlike in my previous post in Amsterdam, accessing the WorldWideWeb comes at a price.
I’m writing this entry at five minutes to eleven at night. Arrived here via Philippine Airlines PR104, 30 minutes early! To think that we left Manila also 30 minutes after the published departure time.
I’ve arrived at San Francisco. But I’ve never been in San Francisco. To me, SFO is just a transit station, one of the three-letter airport designations I have come to know intimately. My ultimate destination: Everett, near Seattle, in Washington – a good 2-hour flight away. I don’t know the city, don’t know all the nice places to see. I wish I had the chance, though. My wife had been here and have seen the city. Maybe someday, we’ll have a chance – me, Nina, and Matt (and whoever will come after).
I should rest up for another day spent traveling. I just gained back a day. It’s still Saturday, the day I left. And to my body, it’s just 2 or 3 in the afternoon… But traveling takes its toll. I’m left drained and exhausted, with enough energy to jot down my thoughts and to wait for Nina to be on-line before I hit the sack.
