...to San Francisco, like I did this last weekend! Whoo hoo! Weird as it may sound, my favorite part may have been driving across the nothing-ness of Nevada. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, the earth is in no danger of over-population; there's plenty of space in Nevada for everyone!
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| My dad took us down to Chinatown |
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| The speed limit on the Golden Gate Bridge is 45, if you ever get going that fast. |
This bridge, as a side note, left Esther with a very important question: Why is it called the Golden Gate Bridge if it's red (definitely not golden), and there's not even a gate in it?
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| The hills in San Francisco remind me of the hills of Câmara de Lobos |
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| A police phone box. It's like a mini-TARDIS! |
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| Not a police phone box, but shaped more like a TARDIS. It's bigger on the inside. |
What happens in San Francisco gets blogged about. There you have it.
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