We Spent a Month in San Franscico That Day
Jun 24, 2010
Jul 11, 2010
Where I stayed
Floor of Airport, then Fleabag Motel
. Fortunately we had a hard-working travel agent scouring the San Francisco area to find an available hotel (thank you Ms. Travelocity lady, wherever you are!). At about 3am she had found us what may have been the only room left in the city; it was a smoking room at a fleabag hotel in South San Francisco... a mere 5 minutes cab ride from where we were standing! We rousted the boys from their hard plastic nests, and headed to the hotel via taxi. After paying (cash only) through a bulletproof glass window, we found our way to a nicotine-soaked 1970's era hotel room, and collapsed thankfully on our sagging, dilapidated beds at about 4:30 AM. Then after sleeping like zombies for a few hours, we got up at 9:30am and headed to the airport to get our flights sorted out. Getting to the airport was an adventure by its own rights; first we walked to San Bruno, then we grabbed a bus to the BART station, then we took the BART to the Airport. All told, we payed about $35 in tickets and tolls to cross a bunch of freeways and travel just a mile or two to the airport. Where's a cab when you need it?! At the airport, we confirmed that the daily Sydney flight was sold out, and we would instead be routed to Auckland, New Zealand on an entirely different airline. We also found that we would be spending the day in San Francisco waiting for the flight to leave at 9pm. If a free day in San Francisco and a trip to New Zealand conjures up glamorous images in your mind, then let's just let you keep that picture for now. Given the amount of whining in this blog post already, we will spare you the realities of our actual traumas suffered that day in San Francisco airport. Suffice it to say, that I thank God almighty for the massage chairs at the airport Brookstone store! Now off to New Zealand, where untold adventures abound!
We arrived at the SF airport shortly after midnight and then promptly stood in line for several hours after landing. After a lot of standing around, we learned that the weather-related causes of our missed flight to Sydney were not something United Airlines felt particularly responsible for. Normally this would have been annoying, but in this case it was understandable; there were literally hundreds of stranded, bleary-eyed passengers at every turn. Many were sleeping in chairs, alcoves, booths, and even on the floor with newspapers for blankets! We looked at them sympathetically, assuming that these poor, wretched souls were unable to afford hotel rooms. However, three hours later we found ourselves bedding down near a Subway restaurant with the boys were making comments about knowing what it feels like to be homeless. Madelyn had long-ago given up on finding her normal routine, and was sleeping peacefully in Kerry's papoose. Although we were trying to rest in the airport, it was actually too cold to sleep, since we were wearing the same close we'd left in (shorts and a t-shirt in Cody's case)