We didn't get up till about 9:30 this morning, there wasn't much point, we weren't going anywhere this morning, just packing a few last things in the bags and making sure we hadn't let anything in the drawers. You didn't have to check out of the hotel to midday and as the flight home wasn't till 7.30 in the evening, so we ended up leaving about 11.30, we only have to walk around the corner to BART station. By the time Jane had worked out how to use the machine that you get the tickets from it was still only midday, not much good me trying to do it because I'm useless with them sort of things. After a 20 minute wait for the train, we were on our way to the airport, is only about a 35-minute journey so had a few hours to kill before we checked the bags in.
We ended up just sitting outside the front of the airport for an hour or so catching the last of the Californian sunshine on what was yet another gloriously sunny day again with temperatures in the mid-twenties now. Now was a good time to get some stamps for the postcards, this time I would get the right ones so it wouldn't take months for them to get delivered. After checking in the bags we went through the security and into the terminal to spend the next five hour's waiting. There weren’t many shops in there; in fact, there were only two and two bars so after getting something to eat it was time to just sit in the pub drinking. That passed the time and they had free Wi-Fi in there as well, nothing like being on the internet to waste time. We left on time at 7.30pm for the 10-hour flight back but with the eight hour time difference, we didn't land until 2.30pm the following day.
