So Mom and I are in San Francisco for the (extended) week-end. I have a wedding (not mine, don't worry) to attend, and since I would be in the same state, Mom decided to drive up. Hooray!
Since we are in the city where the lovely Amanda resides, we were set to visit her. Of course, this is the day she is leaving, and had a half-hour between her last class and catching a bus to the airport... In the spirit of Tom Kemp, who, I believe would make an effort to visit one were he in the same time zone, we attempted some kind of rendezvous. Again: half-hour.
After managing 2 separate bus routes, we were slightly waylaid by a man on the street who saw us admiring a Victorian home and invited us to come inside and look at the renovation he had recently completed (no, really). After almost making an offer, we got a phone call from Amanda and managed to meet up on campus!
Not to be deterred, we decided to milk all the time that we had, and proceeded to walk her to the bus stop, and realized that it was the same route we needed to get back to our hotel! A mildly harrowing bus ride followed (see below!) but resulted in us reaching our destination, which was occasion for the photograph to the right.

We then sent her on her way -- and retreated to the hotel: success!
Earlier, too, we had stopped at the monument to Cervantes in Golden Gate Park, which we thought was a fitting tribute to Gramps. Here's me with my arm around Sancho Panza & Don Quixote.

To dream the impossible dream...