Making the best of our extra time in San Francisco included riding the BART and the historic F-line streetcar down to Fisherman's Wharf, where we watched the ships, and the seagulls watched US eating fresh fish and chips. (This seagull's name is Frank. His street name is Fearless Frank. Doesn't he just look like a Frank?!)
(Small world moment: Our smart-alekky - but funny! - streetcar driver was originally from Butte and has relatives in my hometown of Missoula, MT. And if you know me or my sister, it doesn't surprise you at all that we learned this in a nice little chat during the 10ish minutes we were on his streetcar.)
But now we are SO excited to be heading out - especially as we each have a row of seats to stretch out in for the next 11-ish hours, since passengers are on the sparse side for this flight!
The safety video is done, cabin lights just dimmed, and we're backing out of the gate.
Bye bye, San Francisco; Tokyo, here we come!
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