...to San Francisco.

I underestimated the amount of time it would take me to walk to the airport, so I got there with only a little over an hour before departure. The line I stood in for check-in closed just as I got to the counter. I moved to the new location and was waited on, eventually, by a very apathetic Lufthansa agent. Surprising, since everyone else at Lufthansa was extremely gracious. She let another family go in front of me, who knows why, and it turned out they were on the same flight. I'm afraid I was The Ugly American and cut to the front of the security screening line. Then I wandered around lost, as the path to the gates now goes through some corksrew-like contortions, complete with switchbacks, stairways, and hidden doorways. Fortunately as I stood at the top of some steps, frustrated and cranky, I looked at a fellow and said in helpless exasperation (and in English), "Where are the gates?" He kindly pointed me in the right direction. I made it to Munich.

I ended up sitting next to a polite young Lufthansa pilot for the flight to San Francisco. He was going to SF for his 4 days off. Gave me the scoop on a lot of the operation, as he had worked for 2 years as a cabin attendant before getting hired as a pilot. Interesting fellow. :)

I arrived in SF, left my bags at the USO (despite the no overnight bags rule), and hopped on BART to go meet Sean and Eric. We had sushi, then went to Sean's studio to play with props. Fun! :D