San Francisco: good and bad
Last week, we were in San Francisco for a conference. We got to use our timeshare for the first time, and I said that if the staff were as friendly and helpful at all the locations as here, I was really going to like this timeshare thing. Four blocks from the conference hotel - a nice morning walk - and we were able to have breakfast in the room. E. found imported Greek yogurt, a treat she hadn’t had in almost a decade, so she was able to indulge each morning. Evidently due to trade restrictions (high duties), Fage yogurt isn’t available in Canada.
As always, the conference consumed us; between the presentations, volunteering at our professional association booth, the summit, the chatting with people I only see at conferences, the after-hours chatting with people I’ve connected with at the conference, hookin up with people after the conference to see software demos, there was barely time to take a cable car, even though we stayed an extra day so we could have at least a little down time. So we compromised by taking a cable car to the hotel of a software vendor so we could get a demo. Actually, that was the one negative of my trip - an extreme rude cable car operator who was insulting me and others as we boarded.
We had just enough time to catch a coffee at the Bagdad Cafe in the Castro, and then race off the airport. Well, that was it for San Fran until next year’s conference, I guess.