The night before we left for London we stayed at La Casa Mallonee in Santa Rosa, and on the morning of departure Nora’s parents drove us to the airport. We arrived with plenty of time to spare, but were immediately worried when we both had never seen SFO so busy. Apparently it was the first weekend after school was out in the Bay Area and everybody was heading out of town. To make a long story short, we missed boarding our flight by a matter of minutes. However, things worked out for the best when we got a direct flight to Chicago, which cut out one of the connections (the original itinerary was SFO-LAX-CHI-LON). After a short layover in Chicago, during which we said goodbye to America by sharing “America’s” hot dog and a greasy hamburger at the BillyGoat tavern we boarded for London. It was here that we found the catch to our good luck at SFO, we weren’t seated next to each other anymore for the 8-hour flight to London and nobody would trade seats with us. C’est la vie.
Notable things we sold prior to the trip: the Saab, our bed, kitchen table, guitar amplifier, mountain bike (twice), portable DVD player, folding TV tray, broken iPod, 3 bookshelves, and lots of books.
Things we left on the curb: desk, desk lamp, desk chair, microwave, 1 bookshelf, random plates and bowls, textbooks, assorted kitchen items, all the books we couldn’t sell and didn’t want, and about 6 cold Budweisers and Coors Light.
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