So it was decided by unanimous vote to go to the aquarium. Crowded but manageable we toured the Outer Bay - otters, jellies, and seahorses. Watching otters warms the heart, watching jellies puts you in a calm hypnotic trance, and watching seahorses kinda puts you a bit off balance. Holy mackaral schools swimming with oversized tuna, an assortment of reef sharks, hammerheads, swell sharks, and a shimmery close-knit group of sardines fill a large tank making you feel quite small. Across the skywalk to the Ocean's End. The Kelp Forest towers two stories high...the kelp and fish nessled within sway with the current; another exhibit bringing about a meditative state. A peek at the penguin during feeding time and then outside to view kids "diving" in the great tidepools. Exiting the aquarium we realize how many hours we spent touring and quickly realize we are perfectly poised for rush hour traffic as we make our approach to San Francisco.

Here now in the Best Western Tuscan which despite its name doesn't have a drop of ghetto to it. Laying on the bed listening to city noises, drinking a glass of wine while Tom serenades me with his guitar and the boys occupy themselves in the ajoining room. The sky begins to dim and it is time to get out and experience the city. Its time for a wardrobe change and an exit stage left.
-- Sent from my Palm Pre
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I hope you made it to the Haight-Ashbury district.
voxman
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