I made it!

Here starts my travels.

I have arrived in San Francisco 30 minutes early, and it appears in the new international area there is no freaking fast food place to grab a snack…..not that I need anything but it would be nice, if I did want something.

I have already been a Japanese tourist and took pictures of the terminal and plane…it’s just that this mural in front of me is really cool….

My gate is downstairs and there is also a plane going to Osaka, Japan and for the life of me I cannot tell Chinese and Japanese people apart. All the loud annoying Americans seem to be going to Beijing as well so that’s just great!

I’d really like to have some sunglasses on right now, I know I am in doors but then I could look at people and they wouldn’t really know. Plus it’s bright but I figured if I needed a pair while in China I could just buy more.

FYI it’s much more convenient to travel with someone…solo trips are annoying for the fact I have to pack up all my junk each time I want to explore the terminal…

I get on the plane and a I was in the middle row second seat in and a woman came to sit next to me, so I went and asked the flight attendant if the flight was full and he said it was...I prayed that no one came to sit next to me and was granted an empty seat next to me which I moved into.

Flying long hours is like being a baby, you get all your food brought to you, eat and then you sleep... repeatedly! I watched 3 movies and read some. I requested low fat meals and they bring them to you before the other passengers so that was nice and it wasn't that bad...for airplane food.

I get in the line to have my passport checked and the woman calls a man over to look at my passport, and he then calls another person over and I have NO IDEA what is going on and why all of these people need to look at my passport, it's not like the nice ones that you scan. It's an old one I got renewed in Bahrain so everything has to be entered manually. Well it turns out I did not put the II after my name on the arrival form and it was on my passport so they were questioning it. They took it to this backroom and made a photo copy... I guess the idea of a girl named after her mother is unusual here.

My mom loved my haircut and my dad didn't recognize me...haha I will have pictures to come.