We had one of our trips back home scheduled and we tagged on a side trip to see Madi and Koji in San Jose first. We haven't seen them since the move in January. We drove up to Ft. Lauderdale the day before our flight and porked on cuban food. Our flight from FtL was delayed by weather, then once we were second in line to take off a light for the engine went off, so back to the gate we went. It was corrected fairly quickly, but we had to get back in line, where there were more delays due to the storms passing over FtL, one after another.
Against my better judgement we had a connection in Baltimore, which we missed by hours. There were some more weather issues but they finally they put us on a flight to Denver, which is sort of closer to San Jose. In Denver we waited some more but caught the last flight out and arrived in San Jose about midnight. So much for having dinner with Madi and Koji that night. Some folks must have complained and we ended up with a couple of $100 vouchers a few days later.
We were able to stay in the spare bedroom at Madi and Koji's which was very nice. They had done a great job settling in and nesting since January. On Saturday we drove up to San Francisco and visited the Fisherman's Wharf area. It was the nicest weather I've ever experienced there, and the only time we have visited without buying an umbrella or poncho or sweatshirt or even a jacket. We ate the obligatory clam chowder in a bread bowl and bags of taffy.
That night we had dinner with Koji's family. His parents and sister were delightful and we had a great time.
The next day we went the opposite direction to Monterey Bay.
Madi got to see the sea otters, her favorite, in the tank and in the wild. A fine time was had by all.
On the way back to San Jose we went to a farm Koji remembered visiting as a kid. We ate various types of pie with ice cream and had to bring one back with us. We had very good but overpriced pizza that night and I was only able to eat one slice of the pie, considerately leaving the butter knife I used to slice the pie in the box for the next person. Unfortunately there was no next person. This became a problem when Heather tried to take the pie thru airport security the next morning. Paraphrasing some movie, she screwed up - she trusted me. After Heather's mug shots we were allowed to fly to Phoenix.
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