San Francisco--Day Three
Having planted the Spanish flag at this previously unsettled bay, we mark the nothernmost expansion of the Spanish empire. Why we keep out journals in English is quite beyond me. I mean, Sacre Bleu!

OK, actually this is just the day three log of my time in San Francisco. My dream of going and looking for the nuclear wessels... nuclear wessels... in Alameda... is dashed by the fact that the convention starts today, meaning it's time for us to switch out of tourist mode (mostly) and into NASA mode. JoCasta is doing her presentation today. Originally, there was supposed by a high-ranking team from HQ here to make a presentation about the Educator Astronaut program, but Feb. 1 scuttled a lot of schedules, so it turns out that basically WE are the EA presence at this convention. JoCasta had to add some extra slides to her presentation to talk about the program.

Not much happened since I wrote last night. We ate supper... it's interesting how many of our meals are things like the Southern fried chicken salad, or the New England clam chowder, or the Bavarian ham sandwich. I think I've only eaten one meal since I've been here that was a "California" something. Ironically, the New England clam chowder was recommended to JoCasta as a real San Francisco specialty.

I tried to sleep... but it was amazingly loud outside... Lain, it made Vieux Carre look downright quite. Another reason I'll be glad to be home.

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