Yesterday was a long day.
We caught a taxi to the Lisbon Airport, and then sat on the runway for 2.5 hours due to mechanical problems.
Sometimes the "travel" part of traveling is the hardest.
So our eight hour flight to Toronto turned into ten and a half hours of sitting.
Of course, our entire layover in Toronto evaporated due to the delay, so we had to run, beg our way and cut to the front of security, passport control, security again...
and then we were the last two onto the flight to San Francisco.
We were helped all along by sympathetic TSA and airport workers, but left high and dry by the Air Canada staff, who could not be bothered to give us a "cut" pass for security, or call the next gate to tell them we were coming, or even give us any information on our connection.
The bottom line: Twenty-four hours after sitting in the café in Lisbon we were in San Francisco.
It is actually pretty amazing to think about, that we have the ability to move halfway around the world in a day.
We got to our room at the Best Western, El Rancho.
23:00 here, that means it is 7:00 where we have been for two months...
neither of us can sleep, though we are tired. We walked over to the hotel bar, just in time for last call, and got two glasses of wine "to go." There is a 24 hour Safeway just up the street (That is a great thing about California: twenty-four hour anything!) so we walked up and I got a Chipolte Chicken Wrap, Gail got a "Make-A-Salad" kit, and we ate in the room.
I was able to crash about midnight: thirty, but we were both up by 6:30.
Our In-laws surprised us, and arrived to pick us up about 9:00 and we were home by 1:00.
They are setting off on an adventure of their own: nine months sailing down the coast
Two months, all done but for the cleanup.
Next year... ?