It’s been five years since we’ve done the long-haul flights from our home in Wellington, New Zealand, to the UK (and having just done it, I now remember the reason why we left it so long before doing it again, it’s bloody hard work!). It had to be done though. With the talk of us having to relocate to San Francisco next year, from our beloved home in Wellington, New Zealand, I needed to ‘see it’ to get my head around it. I can’t say I’m any more convinced – and do hold out hope that perhaps hubbie and his team will do the job so well from NZ this year that the need to relocate won’t be as necessary… but we’ll see.
But, despite the hard work that is the reality of traveling with young children, we are having a cracking time and the stop over in San Francisco was just what we needed. Dan had to work (and he did brilliantly to focus so well on his work and put in the hours on very little – if any – sleep over a few days of travel).
What made the stop-over so great was where we stayed, at the Fairmont Heritage Place, Ghiradelli Square. We stayed in an sumptious apartment, situated within the same building as a chocolate factory, by the ‘beach’, overlooking the bay and a short stroll to Fisherman’s Wharf and Pier 39.
Arriving at San Francisco International Airport has always been a good experience for us. We’ve never had to wait in line long and the staff are always so welcoming, helpful and friendly. It wasn’t long before we were enjoying our afternoon and looking forward to a decent night’s sleep, lying horizontal in King size beds with super soft bedding (and chocolates awaiting us on our pillow – ‘Did I mention the chocolates already?!).
After freshening up we stepped outside for a blast of sunshine and fresh air to help readjust our body clocks. We played on the beach, reminiscing on our time in that same place five years ago, bought more chocolate, and gave the girls quarters to make a wish at the mermaid wishing well in Ghiradelli Square.
I was so, so excited to get on that plane and the thought of seeing my folks and my ‘home’ where I grew up filled me with absolute glee! The flight was tough with Alice – she really did not want to be on that tin can in the sky. But, finally, after a good cry on our shoulders (and some ‘Love Heart’ lollies from a very kind flight attendant) she collapsed on top of Sophie – head to toe, legs wrapped on top of each other, for a half decent sleep. Dan and I barely slept. Charlotte did best of all – and with half an hour to landing had a hoot with Alice – chomping away on gummy bears (eating off ears and heads in turn) as we descended over the incredibly green landscape of England (yes, they’ve had a wet summer – but the country looks so beautiful for our visit, so thank you!).