Category Archives: Personal Experience

Airport Delay

So I’m currently sitting in the airport, trying to get home to Boston. And my plane is delayed an hour.  Apparently it got caught up in New York…I think it was trying to see a show or something.  Anyway, you know what I do when my plane gets delayed an hour?…I strut up and down those moving side walks in the airport whilst blaring “Fancy” by Iggy Azalea.

#noshame

I also wanted to let you guys know I’ll be posting about the rest of my trip soon; I apparently did so much in three days that it’ll take some time to write it all down.  Also, I took about 1000 pictures…so look forward to that ;-P

Wish me luck on my plane ride home!  It’s the first time I’m flying at night.

San Francisco: Day One

Yesterday we landed in San Francisco after a six and a half hour flight.  The lady in the seat next to us said, in a rather thick jersey accent, as we were getting off the plane, “Next time, I’m taking a Xanax and two shots of tequila.”  We found our way out of the airport and took a taxi to the hotel.  I know this is going to sound lame, but it was my first time taking a taxi, so I was kind of intrigued by the whole experience.  It was like getting in a strangers car and paying him a lot of money to drive you around…actually that’s exactly what it’s like.

Last night we visited the Golden Gate Bridge and walked the whole 3.4 miles (both ways).  It was beautiful, and a little bit windy.  When we were taking the MUNI (San Francisco’s public transportation) to the Golden Gate Bridge, five different people were like “are you going to the Golden Gate Bridge?” and then they would give us directions or tell us what to do.

One thing I did learn was that the Golden Gate Bridge is not named after the color of it.  I always thought they called it the Golden Gate Bridge because they thought the bridge itself was a golden color, even though it’s like a brick red/orange.  Actually, before the bridge was built, they called the mountains around the bay the “Golden Gate.”  So when they built the bridge, it was the Golden Gate Bridge because it was the bridge that ran through Golden Gate…not as magical as you’d think.

I also heard the Golden Gate Bridge is a suspension bridge, so it should sway with the wind and traffic…apparently it makes it last longer or something.  I didn’t feel it move as I walked, but apparently it was.

Check out some pictures I took below!

If you ever get a chance to go to the Golden Gate Bridge, definitely walk across it.  One of our little helpers on the MUNI actually told us not to walk it because it was rush hour.  But don’t take her advice, it’s almost liberating standing in the center of the bridge and looking out into San Francisco Bay.  AND I’m not ashamed to admit that I sang the theme to Full House and danced a little bit whilst walking the bridge…I mean, when in Rome, right?

Another helpful hint when coming to San Francisco is that it’s actually colder than you’d think.   Back in Boston, I’m used to the frigid weather and I always associate California with being warm all the time.  I brought a light sweatshirt on the off chance it could get chilly on the plane, and I’ve worn it all around town. I have taken it off; it’s not always cold and it isn’t freezing, but it’s not as hot as you might think it would be.

We asked one of the ladies how she knew we were tourists and she simply said “you’re wearing shorts.”  Apparently June is not a shorts wearing month for Californians (it’s around the 60s, temperature wise), but for people from Boston, which is basically the arctic, 60s is warm/hot.  So, if you don’t want to be pegged as a tourist, make sure you pack some jeans.

Fly-Fi

I’m writing and posting this 35,757 feet in the air while going 517 mph.  I’m currently flying to San Francisco for a three day trip with my sister.  According to the handy map on the screen embedded in the seat in front of me, we’re flying into Missouri…which means we’ll be over the Mississippi River soon!  Actually, I think we just flew over it…it’s hard to tell the geographic location just by looking out an airplane window…

I’ve been up since 4:30 a.m. to get on a 7:28 a.m. flight (which is such a random time).  Right now, it feels like it should be like 1:30 p.m. but it’s only like 10 a.m.

I had a fantastic freakout moment when we were taking off where I may have shouted “HOLY COW!” when we were going airborne.  I have flown before, but like I’ve said, it’s been ten years…I forgot how intense the takeoff is.  Then I started uncontrollably laughing, which got my row and the rows around us to start laughing.  Ten minutes later, I looked out the window and completely lost my head and said louder than I actually meant it to be, “HEY, IS THAT THE MISSISSIPPI RIVER!!!”  More sniggers.  Like, it doesn’t take ten minutes to get from Boston to Mississippi….needless to say, I’m the life of the party here on the plane.

Let’s hope I keep myself more composed over the next four hours…