Growing up, my next door neighbors owned a local grocery store. They used to do all sorts of fun things for the holidays. There was one Easter where Carol dressed up as the Easter Bunny. I remember being outside in my pretty Easter dress and hat and seeing something white and big. I ran to the front side walk to see what it was. I saw an Easter bunny with a normal person's head. I was still at the age where I believed in all of the fairy tale characters and was so confused. I yelled to my parents that I just saw the Easter Bunny. I remember it (Carol) running inside. By the time my parents came over with their camera, the bunny had its 'regular' head, a big, white, furry one. I was still soooo confused. I knew that it was Carol inside, but it looked so real. The neighbors played it up saying that it was definitely the real Easter Bunny. I think it was at this time that I realized that grown ups often have more fun at holidays than children because of all they get to do, like dress up. My parents got a picture of me and one of my brothers holding the hands of the 'Easter Bunny'.
Another year, the same neighbors 'hid' a bunch of eggs in their yard for us to find. They also invited our cousins. Their back yard was covered with Mayes kids running all over for candy. I miss Bob and Carol, who moved a few years back. They had such a sense for the fun.
Friday, April 22, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Monday Memories: Muddy
Our neighbors down the street from us had a garden that was right next to our backyard. (Our block is a little screwy with land boundaries.) Mr. Ravell grew HUGE pumpkins every year. He usually watered his garden by flooding it. Well, one day the flooding came into our yard. At the time we had a little shed at the back of the property. The water pooled right next to it. I went out to see what my brothers were doing that afternoon only to find them in a mud puddle. Our cousin Mark was there, too. I remember getting mud on a few places on my body, mostly my arms, legs, and face. I remember thinking that it felt neat when it dried out. Well, the boys were a little more liberal with placing mud on their bodies. We have a picture of how muddy we all were at the end. I can only imagine what my mother thought when she saw us all, especially when one of the children wasn't her own. Needless to say, we got washed off with well water. BRRR! We have a picture of us showing off our muddy bodies. Someday I'll have to scan it so you can all see how bad it really was.
Montreal, Day 5
Sunday, April 3
4:50 a.m.: Wake up and get dressed (Yes, that would be 2:50 UT time!)
5:45 a.m.: Get to the airport
7:30 a.m.: FINALLY get through security and customs (It was a madhouse! There were many impatient people who, I guess, thought they were more important than everyone else in line. Maegan and I were just glad that we had gotten there early enough for our flight.)
8:45 a.m.: Board the plane
2:30 p.m.: Finally land in Salt Lake. The flight from Detroit to SLC as the longest ever. I felt like I could have litterally climbed the walls of the airplane. There were children on the flight who behaved better than I did. I really didn't lash out. I just was extremely antsy. I think the 3 1/2-4 hour flight was about 2 1/2 hours too long.
3:30 p.m.: Eat at In-n-Out in Centerville
4:30 p.m.: Heave a sigh of relief as I enter my apartment. As much as I enjoyed the who trip, I think the flight home did me in. I pretty much slept straight for the next 36 hours, even missing a class. It was a great conference, but I'm glad I don't have to travel across the continent more than once a year.
4:50 a.m.: Wake up and get dressed (Yes, that would be 2:50 UT time!)
5:45 a.m.: Get to the airport
7:30 a.m.: FINALLY get through security and customs (It was a madhouse! There were many impatient people who, I guess, thought they were more important than everyone else in line. Maegan and I were just glad that we had gotten there early enough for our flight.)
8:45 a.m.: Board the plane
2:30 p.m.: Finally land in Salt Lake. The flight from Detroit to SLC as the longest ever. I felt like I could have litterally climbed the walls of the airplane. There were children on the flight who behaved better than I did. I really didn't lash out. I just was extremely antsy. I think the 3 1/2-4 hour flight was about 2 1/2 hours too long.
3:30 p.m.: Eat at In-n-Out in Centerville
4:30 p.m.: Heave a sigh of relief as I enter my apartment. As much as I enjoyed the who trip, I think the flight home did me in. I pretty much slept straight for the next 36 hours, even missing a class. It was a great conference, but I'm glad I don't have to travel across the continent more than once a year.
Montreal, Day 4
Saturday, April 2
8:30 a.m.: Get up (Yes, we slept in 2 whole hours! Of course, this was still 6:30 UT time, which was way too early)
9:30 a.m.: Go eat crepes again (Our hotel had a 'complimentary' breakfast, but it wasn't anything to get excited about)
10:30 a.m.: Attend a poster session of some USU colleagues
12:30 p.m.: Attend MY session (Okay, not really mine, but the session that I helped with a presentation for. Belinda, the lady who did the presentation, did an amazing job. I wish she could present my thesis for me.)
2:30 p.m.: Head back to the hotel (Maegan stayed for more sessions. She's a better person than I.)
6:30 p.m.: Meet up with Ann and Belinda for dinner at a French restaurant (Had the BEST chicken ceasar salad EVER! The sauce was a cream. Oh, I wish I could get another one.)
9:00 p.m.: Have a chat with Maegan, even though we were both tired.
11:00 p.m.: Go to bed
8:30 a.m.: Get up (Yes, we slept in 2 whole hours! Of course, this was still 6:30 UT time, which was way too early)
9:30 a.m.: Go eat crepes again (Our hotel had a 'complimentary' breakfast, but it wasn't anything to get excited about)
10:30 a.m.: Attend a poster session of some USU colleagues
12:30 p.m.: Attend MY session (Okay, not really mine, but the session that I helped with a presentation for. Belinda, the lady who did the presentation, did an amazing job. I wish she could present my thesis for me.)
2:30 p.m.: Head back to the hotel (Maegan stayed for more sessions. She's a better person than I.)
6:30 p.m.: Meet up with Ann and Belinda for dinner at a French restaurant (Had the BEST chicken ceasar salad EVER! The sauce was a cream. Oh, I wish I could get another one.)
9:00 p.m.: Have a chat with Maegan, even though we were both tired.
11:00 p.m.: Go to bed
This was my favorite building (the green dome) that I saw in Montreal. I have no idea what it was, but it was beautiful. One night our bus drove by it, but it wasn't lit. Such a disappointment. It was only a few blocks from the hotel, but I never ventured towards it to find out what it was (sore feet and all).
This was some funky artwork that was in the conference center. Maegan and I just had to get a picture next to it. We couldn't decide if they were trees or pink hands growing from the cement earth. Whatever they were, there was a slew of them.
Maegan, Ann (our adviser) and me at the conference.
Ann, Belinda (the lady who I've worked VERY closely with the past few months) and me.
A sculpture in front of a university downtown. It was very interesting. It was something about the light and how those who were towards the back were farther from the light and therefore were worse off in life. Very interesting.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Montreal, Day 3
Friday, April 1
6:30 a.m.: Wake up
7:30 a.m.: Eat breakfast at a crepe place just a block from us (AMAZING crepes). I had apple filling in mine. It was like eating pie for breakfast.
8:30 a.m.: Attend 3 sessions of the conference
2:30 p.m.: Hobble back to the hotel on extremely sore feet and take a nap
5:3o p.m.: Meet up with 'the numbers people' for dinner at a Thai restaraunt in China Town. (These are the people who do research into math and child development. Very interesting dinner. I mostly listened to them all comisserate on how difficult it has been to get published in this area. Kind of made me nervous about my future in this area of research. Hopefully it will change.)
7:30 p.m.: Get on the bus with Belinda to head to a SRHD wine and cheese (paid $5.50 for a glass of Diet Pepsi)
9:00 p.m.: Get in a taxi for a 4 block ride back to my hotel (yes, my feet hurt that bad)
11:00 p.m.: Go to bed
The Thai place wasn't as good as the Chinese we had eaten the previous night. Being the conservative eater that I am, I got the most boring meal I could find on the menu: beef and veggies. There were still plenty of veggies I didn't recognize in the dish. Belinda and I had to leave early for another meeting. We had already been at the restaurant for over an hour and the waiter seemed surprised that we would leave that quickly. (As I mentioned before, it seems eating out is an all-night experience.) I wish I could have had more time exploring China Town. But with the time constraints and the icky weather, there was no way I would do it on my own that night.
Another observation about Montreal: for the majority, it seemed that everyone drove VERY nice cars. We saw Audis, Mercedes, and all sorts of others everywhere. Hardly a Ford in sight. And the cabs were all normal cars with cab signs on top. None of them were yellow. Just normal cars. Most of them, ironically, were Fords.
6:30 a.m.: Wake up
7:30 a.m.: Eat breakfast at a crepe place just a block from us (AMAZING crepes). I had apple filling in mine. It was like eating pie for breakfast.
8:30 a.m.: Attend 3 sessions of the conference
2:30 p.m.: Hobble back to the hotel on extremely sore feet and take a nap
5:3o p.m.: Meet up with 'the numbers people' for dinner at a Thai restaraunt in China Town. (These are the people who do research into math and child development. Very interesting dinner. I mostly listened to them all comisserate on how difficult it has been to get published in this area. Kind of made me nervous about my future in this area of research. Hopefully it will change.)
7:30 p.m.: Get on the bus with Belinda to head to a SRHD wine and cheese (paid $5.50 for a glass of Diet Pepsi)
9:00 p.m.: Get in a taxi for a 4 block ride back to my hotel (yes, my feet hurt that bad)
11:00 p.m.: Go to bed
This is a picture of China Town. It was raining at the time. I loved all the lights (which you can't really see in the picture).
The Thai place wasn't as good as the Chinese we had eaten the previous night. Being the conservative eater that I am, I got the most boring meal I could find on the menu: beef and veggies. There were still plenty of veggies I didn't recognize in the dish. Belinda and I had to leave early for another meeting. We had already been at the restaurant for over an hour and the waiter seemed surprised that we would leave that quickly. (As I mentioned before, it seems eating out is an all-night experience.) I wish I could have had more time exploring China Town. But with the time constraints and the icky weather, there was no way I would do it on my own that night.
Another observation about Montreal: for the majority, it seemed that everyone drove VERY nice cars. We saw Audis, Mercedes, and all sorts of others everywhere. Hardly a Ford in sight. And the cabs were all normal cars with cab signs on top. None of them were yellow. Just normal cars. Most of them, ironically, were Fords.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Montreal: Day 2
Thursday, March 31
6:30 a.m.: Wake up (this would be 4:30 Utah time)
8:20 a.m.: Begin attending SRCD conference
4:30 p.m.: Head back to hotel on VERY sore feet
6:30 p.m.: Meet up with some friend for dinner
7:30 p.m.: Finally find a restaurant that had openings
11 p.m.: Go to bed
The SRCD (Society for Research in Child Development) conference was amazing. So much research is being done on so many different areas. I mostly attended sessions on math (my thesis and dissertation topics) and bullying (an area of interest). I also tried to attend the poster sessions where Maegan or others we knew were presenting.
We had the best Chinese that night! I'm normally not one for Asian, but this place was great. I got the least Chinese-like dish, beef and peas. It usually doesn't agree with me, but no problems this time. It did take us a while to find a place that wasn't full. We started out at a French place, which was full. Montreal does food so differently. It seems that the restaurants plan to only fill their tables once a night. Eating out is the only thing people plan for the night. We were at dinner for over 2 hours, and the management didn't seemed concerned at all. (That's how it was everywhere we went.) After dinner we walked around a bit. The company was great. By the time we got back to the hotel, my feet were feeling very sore. I think it was because I wore new shoes that day and they weren't broken in very well. I had blisters the next day.
6:30 a.m.: Wake up (this would be 4:30 Utah time)
8:20 a.m.: Begin attending SRCD conference
4:30 p.m.: Head back to hotel on VERY sore feet
6:30 p.m.: Meet up with some friend for dinner
7:30 p.m.: Finally find a restaurant that had openings
11 p.m.: Go to bed
The SRCD (Society for Research in Child Development) conference was amazing. So much research is being done on so many different areas. I mostly attended sessions on math (my thesis and dissertation topics) and bullying (an area of interest). I also tried to attend the poster sessions where Maegan or others we knew were presenting.
Maegan and my adviser Ann in front of one of their posters.
The building our conference was held in. It had restaurants, art shops, and a whole bunch of other things. A very interesting building.
Maegan, Ann, Belinda, me, Robert, and Nancy in front of a cathedral after eating Chinese.
We had the best Chinese that night! I'm normally not one for Asian, but this place was great. I got the least Chinese-like dish, beef and peas. It usually doesn't agree with me, but no problems this time. It did take us a while to find a place that wasn't full. We started out at a French place, which was full. Montreal does food so differently. It seems that the restaurants plan to only fill their tables once a night. Eating out is the only thing people plan for the night. We were at dinner for over 2 hours, and the management didn't seemed concerned at all. (That's how it was everywhere we went.) After dinner we walked around a bit. The company was great. By the time we got back to the hotel, my feet were feeling very sore. I think it was because I wore new shoes that day and they weren't broken in very well. I had blisters the next day.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Montreal: Day one
Wednesday, March 30
3:15 a.m.: wake up
4:00 a.m.: drive to SLC airport with Maegan and her husband
5:30 a.m.: arrive at airport
7:00 a.m.: fly to Detroit
12:30 p.m.: walk through the Detroit airport (which Maegan and I decided we didn't like very much)
1:45 p.m.: fly to Montreal
4:00 p.m.: arrive in Montreal, go through customs (customs agents are super nice on the way into Canada)
4:30 p.m.: exchange money, take taxi to hotel
5ish: arrive at hotel, Le Square Phillips
5:30ish: go site seeing around Old Montreal
I'm not sure exactly what some of the buildings were that we saw. There were so many churches and buildings with amazing architecture. I could walk around forever looking at the buildings. It's amazing how many types of structures there are all on the same block. It's like they were built in different eras.
Maegan and I walked around for a couple of hours amazed at all there is to see. We tried to find a place to eat on the way back to our hotel. There are so many eateries here...from French to Italian to steak to Chinese to anything. One thing that I really love about Montreal is that the restaurants all post their menu outside so passer-bys can look to see if they are truly interested or not. We ended up eating Italian at a place connected to our hotel. Super yummy. I'm not too fond of the prices of food in the city, but the food has been outstanding. (More on that in later posts.)
3:15 a.m.: wake up
4:00 a.m.: drive to SLC airport with Maegan and her husband
5:30 a.m.: arrive at airport
7:00 a.m.: fly to Detroit
12:30 p.m.: walk through the Detroit airport (which Maegan and I decided we didn't like very much)
1:45 p.m.: fly to Montreal
4:00 p.m.: arrive in Montreal, go through customs (customs agents are super nice on the way into Canada)
4:30 p.m.: exchange money, take taxi to hotel
5ish: arrive at hotel, Le Square Phillips
5:30ish: go site seeing around Old Montreal
I'm not sure exactly what some of the buildings were that we saw. There were so many churches and buildings with amazing architecture. I could walk around forever looking at the buildings. It's amazing how many types of structures there are all on the same block. It's like they were built in different eras.
This is me by the St. Laurence (sp?) river. You can sort of see a clock tower behind me. To the left of it there was a beautiful bridge that goes across the river.
This is the Notre Dame cathedral that was only a few blocks from the conference. It was beautiful. Maegan later took a tour, but I didn't have time for it.
Maegan and I in front of a funky structure. Art seems to be a big thing here...between statues, the buildings, and art stores, my eyes have had a feast. (There have been quite a few nudes to see, which my eyes have NOT feasted on, thank you very much.)
Maegan and I walked around for a couple of hours amazed at all there is to see. We tried to find a place to eat on the way back to our hotel. There are so many eateries here...from French to Italian to steak to Chinese to anything. One thing that I really love about Montreal is that the restaurants all post their menu outside so passer-bys can look to see if they are truly interested or not. We ended up eating Italian at a place connected to our hotel. Super yummy. I'm not too fond of the prices of food in the city, but the food has been outstanding. (More on that in later posts.)
Monday, March 28, 2011
Monday Memories - 2nd grade crush
When I was in second grade I had a HUGE crush on a fellow classmate. Around this time, my mom made a cool shirt that had pink hearts on it. I decided to wear it to school to show my 'love' for this classmate of mine. I knew he would know how I felt the minute he saw it. When I got to school, I decided I was too shy to show my shirt. I was afraid of how he might react. I kept my jacket on for a few hours. After literally sweating it out for a couple of hours, I finally realized that this guy wouldn't know that I was wearing the shirt for him. It was just a shirt....right? I finally took the jacket off. And of course, no one took any special notice of the shirt. Did anything come of out my wearing my heart on my sleeve? Nope. I don't think he ever took notice of me....thank goodness. He didn't turn out to be the kind of guy I would like to have as a significant other.
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
If I had a wish...
Then it would be, a happy, happy birthday to Sandy from me.
Happy birthday to one of the sweetest people I know!
Happy birthday to one of the sweetest people I know!
Okay, it was her birthday YESTERDAY. I'm a bit slow lately. It's the thought that counts, right?
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Older and Wiser
Happy birthday to a great friend and sister-in-law.
Hope this year will be a great one for you!
Hope this year will be a great one for you!
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Monday Memories: Singing on Valentine's
I was in Swing Choir all four years in high school. Each year we did singing valentine's in order to raise money for our uniforms and music. One particular instance happened my senior year (I think...they all run together). I just remember that Kyle L. was in my group and we went to sing to someone in our ward. (I think Carlee was in our group, too.) We were having such a great time in the car, we laughed so much in between stops. As we went to this house, I got the hiccups. I thought I'd be done by the time we got to the door to sing. Wrong. It was so bad that I had to turn around so I wouldn't laugh. I felt so bad because someone didn't get their money's worth. But I sure had a great time.
Another time, I think it was my junior year, my group was my cousin Richard and Wendy M. We had to sing somewhere downtown. As we got back into the car, Richard backed up into a car. No damage. Just a memory to add to the list.
The experience I remember the most was when we went to sing to my Grandma Mayes. She always got tears in her eyes and gave us each a great big hug, even if she had no clue who the other people in my group were. I miss my grandma so much!
Another time, I think it was my junior year, my group was my cousin Richard and Wendy M. We had to sing somewhere downtown. As we got back into the car, Richard backed up into a car. No damage. Just a memory to add to the list.
The experience I remember the most was when we went to sing to my Grandma Mayes. She always got tears in her eyes and gave us each a great big hug, even if she had no clue who the other people in my group were. I miss my grandma so much!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Monday Memories: Pie with an Apostle
After graduating from Ricks in 1998, I went to work for the Church in Salt Lake City. While working there, I was able to see a lot of the church leaders walking around. When I had worked there for quite a few months, one of my coworkers won some money by submitting a joke to 'Reader's Digest' and he took us all to lunch at the Lion House. I designated myself as a helper to a lady in the office who had cancer and really wasn't strong enough to carry her own food. As picked out some nice chocolate pie to share. As she was fairly week, we decided to take the elevator to the second level where we would meet up with everyone else. After we got on the elevator, we turned to the front. And in walks Elder Perry (or as I called him when I was younger, Elder Smiley). Of course he was super friendly. He looked over my tray of food and saw the pie. He got a great big smile on his face and said, "Do you have a fork? Your pie looks mighty good." Me, being the nervous 20 year old that I was, stuttered that I had already promised to share the pie with someone else. He just laughed and said it was too bad. Afterward I could have kicked myself. Just chalk it up to my stupidity.
Friday, March 4, 2011
Titles
Some of my current titles:
daughter
sister
aunt
cousin
friend
niece
Some day I hope to add:
mother
wife
Starting summer 2011:
Ph.D. student at USU!!!
daughter
sister
aunt
cousin
friend
niece
Some day I hope to add:
mother
wife
Starting summer 2011:
Ph.D. student at USU!!!
Thursday, March 3, 2011
San Francisco
I was able to go to San Francisco last week (for the first time) for a training seminar. All expenses were paid by my adviser (except tips). I attended a training on NVivo, which is a program to help code anything from documents to videos to pictures to audio files. It really is an amazing program, and nothing like any program I had used previously. My adviser felt it wise to send me to the training as I'm using the program to code my thesis data. At first I was hesitant because I thought I could figure it out on my own. (I'm pretty proficient at computer programs and can figure most things out.) But like I mentioned, it's nothing like any other program I've used. So off to San Fransisco I went. (It was originally going to be Tampa, but that conference filled up too quickly. San Fran was a nice consolation prize.)
Day 1
I woke up at 3:45 a.m. in order to get to my shuttle at 4:30. (Thanks to my friend Daylee who also got up at the crack of dawn to give me a ride to the shuttle.) The shuttle arrived at the airport around 6 a.m. That meant I had 3 hours to kill before my flight. After checking my suitcase and waiting through the huge security line (tip: don't travel the morning after a 3-day weekend), I went into Burger King, got breakfast, and did some stuff on my computer. I then went to my terminal and watched shows on hulu to pass the time. I could have been doing homework, but that wouldn't have been any fun.
My flight went through Vegas, where I connected to another plane. On the way to Vegas I had a nice chat with the guy, Jeremiah, next to me. He was on his way back to LA from Provo. His wife lives in Provo and is still attending school at BYU. He graduated last year and is working in LA. Talk about a long-distance relationship. Ug.
I get to San Francisco around 1:30 p.m. their time. That means I'd already been up for 11 hours. My hotel shuttle arrives promptly and I head to the hotel. The shuttle driver was super nice and answered all of my questions. He got a nice tip. After checking in, I headed next door to Max's, a very eclectic restaurant. I indulged in a cheeseburger, as it had been MANY hours since my last meal. Afterward, I thought about going into the city to investigate, but was so tired. I fell asleep around 5 and slept straight through to the next morning. (I don't think I've slept that well since my mission.)
Day 2
Holiday Inn's have a GREAT breakfast. I was super satisfied every morning. After breakfast, I caught the shuttle back to the airport where I got on BART, the area transit system. It took me all the way to the financial district, where my training was.
I sat in training all day. My brain was overloaded with information on the program. I sort of felt like I did after my first week of grad school....too much information and not sure what to do with it.
I thought about hitting Union Square on the way back to the hotel, but I was tired again. I pretty much fell asleep when I got back to my room.
Day 3
Pretty much the same as day 2. During lunch I had the most amazing wrap from the food court downstairs from my training. (I think it was the highlight of my day.)
I did hit Union Square on the way back to the hotel, but wasn't too impressed. There wasn't anything there that I couldn't find anywhere else...expect the interesting people. :) After getting to the airport (the final stop of BART), I tried giving my ticket to some men because I still had money on it. They acted like I was trying to sell them drugs. Such a different environment! I decided I'd keep the ticket as a souvenir. (Silly men.)
Day 4
Get up at the crack of dawn again to catch a 6:30 flight home. While waiting in the SLC airport for my shuttle, my cousin Eli (who works for Skywest) came and found me. We were able to chat for about 30 minutes before my shuttle came.
I only took one picture the entire time I was in San Francisco. It was of the interchanges outside of the airport. I get so excited when I see roads over roads...I'm weird, I know. I didn't do any of the touristy things to do in San Francisco. It's hard to investigate a city when you're on your own. Next time I'm there, I'll be sure to plan some 'fun' time.
Day 1
I woke up at 3:45 a.m. in order to get to my shuttle at 4:30. (Thanks to my friend Daylee who also got up at the crack of dawn to give me a ride to the shuttle.) The shuttle arrived at the airport around 6 a.m. That meant I had 3 hours to kill before my flight. After checking my suitcase and waiting through the huge security line (tip: don't travel the morning after a 3-day weekend), I went into Burger King, got breakfast, and did some stuff on my computer. I then went to my terminal and watched shows on hulu to pass the time. I could have been doing homework, but that wouldn't have been any fun.
My flight went through Vegas, where I connected to another plane. On the way to Vegas I had a nice chat with the guy, Jeremiah, next to me. He was on his way back to LA from Provo. His wife lives in Provo and is still attending school at BYU. He graduated last year and is working in LA. Talk about a long-distance relationship. Ug.
I get to San Francisco around 1:30 p.m. their time. That means I'd already been up for 11 hours. My hotel shuttle arrives promptly and I head to the hotel. The shuttle driver was super nice and answered all of my questions. He got a nice tip. After checking in, I headed next door to Max's, a very eclectic restaurant. I indulged in a cheeseburger, as it had been MANY hours since my last meal. Afterward, I thought about going into the city to investigate, but was so tired. I fell asleep around 5 and slept straight through to the next morning. (I don't think I've slept that well since my mission.)
Day 2
Holiday Inn's have a GREAT breakfast. I was super satisfied every morning. After breakfast, I caught the shuttle back to the airport where I got on BART, the area transit system. It took me all the way to the financial district, where my training was.
I sat in training all day. My brain was overloaded with information on the program. I sort of felt like I did after my first week of grad school....too much information and not sure what to do with it.
I thought about hitting Union Square on the way back to the hotel, but I was tired again. I pretty much fell asleep when I got back to my room.
Day 3
Pretty much the same as day 2. During lunch I had the most amazing wrap from the food court downstairs from my training. (I think it was the highlight of my day.)
I did hit Union Square on the way back to the hotel, but wasn't too impressed. There wasn't anything there that I couldn't find anywhere else...expect the interesting people. :) After getting to the airport (the final stop of BART), I tried giving my ticket to some men because I still had money on it. They acted like I was trying to sell them drugs. Such a different environment! I decided I'd keep the ticket as a souvenir. (Silly men.)
Day 4
Get up at the crack of dawn again to catch a 6:30 flight home. While waiting in the SLC airport for my shuttle, my cousin Eli (who works for Skywest) came and found me. We were able to chat for about 30 minutes before my shuttle came.
I only took one picture the entire time I was in San Francisco. It was of the interchanges outside of the airport. I get so excited when I see roads over roads...I'm weird, I know. I didn't do any of the touristy things to do in San Francisco. It's hard to investigate a city when you're on your own. Next time I'm there, I'll be sure to plan some 'fun' time.
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