The next day, I went to San Francisco to see a concert at night. I ate at a delicious Venezuelan restaurant. The cab drivers of Mountain View were too busy trying to jump start their cars and taking fares that involved several people to take me back to my lodgings (really, one asked me where I was going and then they proceeded to ignore me). I had a fun two-mile walk at 1 a.m.
Then Air Force One landed on base. I got yelled at for taking pictures from the wrong prospective and had to move so I could take this one. Apparently, the US doesn't want pictures of the plane's butt. The woman that owned the mansion would talk to the spirits to receive the instructions on how to modify the home. She was never to complete the project. At the end of the tour, I realized that I hadn't seen the staircase to the ceiling, so I asked the tour guide where it had been. She got another tour guide to take me back through the house on paths not taken by the tour so I could see it. The amusing part is that they misunderstood me, and I ended up seeing several things that I wouldn't have otherwise seen in the process of trying to explain what I hadn't seen. That made the tour almost worth $30.
I went to San Francisco again on what turned out to be the 75th anniversary of the Golden Gate Bridge. Unfortunately, my less-than-adventurous travel partner did not want to stick around for those festivities, so we drove across it, and that was it. I then braved the cable cars reluctantly (they are really cool, but they are just a tourist attraction, really...and one that I had experienced a year ago). I went to the Cable Car Museum, where there are giant wheels turning the underground cables for the cars. That was pretty neat, and I hadn't been to that before. I ended up at Fishermen's Wharf, which was absolutely packed with tourists. I got to see some sea lions hanging out.
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