SAN FRANCISCO, HERE WE COME
We flew from Orange County to Oakland Airport and arrived around 11am. I hate the Oakland Airport, it needs a makeover. SFO is so much prettier.

We were debating whether to take BART or splurge for a shuttle.

Pro-Bart Team:
Cheaper, about $10 total
About 45-60 minutes, airport to door
Supports local transportation efforts

Pro-Shuttle Team:
Typically, a lot faster
Drops you off at your door, instead of at the Montgomery Station, which means no bus or cabs

We were sick, exhausted and had a lot of luggage so we opted for the shuttle. We knew today was the Pride Parade so traffic would be insane, for either BART or a shuttle. We climbed in and two ladies, no relation, were on the ride with us. Both had never been to San Francisco before and were staying downtown.

Our driver wanted to drop off one woman first, whose apartment (the Marriott on 4th) is right in the heart of the parade. I told him that if we did that we’d get stuck in traffic, but he didn’t listen. Guess who was right? ME. He should have dropped her off last and then hopped back on the freeway to go to the airport again. The traffic from the hotel to the freeway (south of market) was great, it was getting from the parade to my apartment and the other woman’s hotel, which was nuts.

So, after an hour of parade traffic, we finally arrived at our apartment.

HOME SWEET HOME.

We dropped our luggage and just collapsed. I think it took us two weeks to finally put our luggage away.