I left my heart...

At the San Francisco International Airport. I also left my patience and my sanity and a bit of my decency there. Aw hell, I'm still there. Well, I guess right now it's here. I'm still here. At the airport, I mean. It's 1AM my time, but 10PM SF time and I'm waiting to board the sold-out red-eye flight back to JFK. Awesome.

Please enjoy random photos of the day:

This was the view out the wondow of the train from San Francisco to San Jose most of the way. Notice it's pretty dark. I was up at 5:30. Good times.

It got progressively lighter, as most days do, what with the sun and all... and I saw some interesting graffiti. Seeing the low buildings with tags all over them and the occasional palm really reminded me of Miami. It was a tense train ride. I kind of felt like I was travelling back in time to Miami and all the negativity of that place. Weird.

I have a cute pedicure. Black polish. Nothing to do with my trip or with CA, but my toes are cute. Wish the pic wasn't so blurry. Should've taken it when the train had stopped. Oh well.