Tuesday, 14 February, 2006
Home at last!
We got to San Francisco at about 9:00 am Sunday, after circling for 30 minutes or so while waiting for the fog to clear from the runway. We checked in to the hotel at 10:30 or so, all planning to tough out the day and get a good night's sleep. Theory is that doing so will lessen the effects of jetlag. David and Matt headed to Santa Cruz. I went to the wharf.
I left the cable for my camera in the room when I checked out, so I'm not yet able to post the pictures I took. The wharf was quite a culture shock after a week in Japan. People dress more casually (ladies, I know you're proud, but a little restraint is a good thing), are more pushy, and idiots on crotch rocket motorcycles that have been modified to be as loud as possible come cruising down the street at 5 MPH, gunning the engine in neutral. Still, I had a great time taking in the sights. And you have no idea how good a slice of greasy American pizza tasted after a week of mostly unfamiliar food.
I got to sleep about midnight on Sunday, and slept straight through to 7:00 AM Monday. I felt great for most of Monday's meeting, except an hour or so after lunch. I thought I had the jetlag licked. But then I had trouble getting to sleep on Monday night. It was 3:00 AM before I finally nodded off, and I missed my alarm in the morning. Fortunately, Matt called and I was able to run through the shower and make it downstairs in time to get a ride to the airport. From there, it was a 3.5 hour flight home.
There's nothing quite like walking into the house to find some flowers, a balloon, and a card waiting to welcome you home. Debra was surprised when I pulled out the card and present that I'd purchased a couple of weeks ago and had stashed under my desk. (And now that I've mentioned the hiding place, I guess I'll have to find a new one.)
Debra and I have had sushi for dinner on Valentine's Day for several years, most recently with our good friends Mike and Kristy. I was pretty well sushi'd out after my trip, but I couldn't break the tradition. Besides, we really do like shushi, so it's not like I was being forced to eat natto (fermented soybeans). It was funny, though. Sunday we were talking about how much we were looking forward to a thick, juicy steak, and that we'd rebel if somebody suggested that we go out for Japanese food.
I'm home and tired now. I don't think I've completely shaken off the jetlag, but I'm feeling a whole lot better than I did the last time.