Hello!

The good news:
My father, my heels and I made it out here in one piece-
 on probably our two smoothest flights, ever.

I have a love affair with O'Hare.

The tough stuff:
Jetlag killed us.
We left MI at four in the morning and
got to CA before eleven in the morning.
I mean it is great great great to pick right up and start our day.
But all the coffee, light eating and lack of sleep
forced my will power to pick up the slack that my muscles left.

I find it best to simply push on, go to bed a little early
and get right on schedule.

We kept the day low key,
visited my first elementary school (which is very sentimental for me),
visited Main St. Coffee (more childhood sentimentality),
we found the Nothing But Noodles equivalent of Mexian food,
and took a walk around some little San Carlos shops.
I even got a jog in :)

It's almost eight here, and ten something back home. Bed soon.
Love to everyone, my condolences for your attendance in school.
I'm so so so ecstatic to be here!