Day one: Amsterdam - SFO/Millbrae

The KL605 towards San Francisco left Amsterdam airport around noon. On it were lots of tourists and business people, and yours truly, with her friend Conny. The flight went well, all 10 hours and 50 minutes of it, although there was one thing: in front of us were a couple of Norwegians who decided it would be a good idea to put their seats back as far as possible, causing us to have even less space than we already had because they were practically lying down, watching their little tv-screens. We dubbed the annoying farts in front of us ‘Norwezontalists’ and continued to bug the hell out of them by propping our legs up against their chairs so we could watch our tv screens as well, and whenever I wanted to leave my seat I’d make sure I’d hold on to the Norwezontalist’s seat until I was standing up, and then let the seat go with force so the person in it would almost be catapulted straight towards business class. Meheheh.

We arrived at SFO somewhere around 2pm, had picture taken, fingerprints done, FBI can catch me if they want to now, ahh. Then we went to pick up our car. Now we were fearing The Car. First of all, it’s huuuuuuuuuge! Secondly, it’s an automatic! Autowhatic, whaa? Thirdly, the roads, the roads they’re so biiiig!
We had several cars we could choose from so we picked the smallest one. It was still big, but at least it didn’t have such a long butt. We got a nice little bordeaux-red Chevy Malibu and we dubbed it Chevy Chase. I don’t know.



Conny was the one who had the first try at driving the thing because I am a terrified, terrified person, to our hotel some 10 minutes away from the Alamo garage. It went alright! Didn’t crash in to any parking attendees, no stop signs, no roadkill. Excellent.

There wasn’t much to do at our hotel so we tried to fight the jet lag the rest of the day. That thing’s a bitch!