Napa Valley

We couldn't go to San Franciso without running up to Napa Valley, so we found one of the tour companies and booked a trip for about $80 a person for the day. We met the bus a block from our hotel at Union Square at 8 am. It was one of those big tour buses of course. For the price we could not expect anything else. It included lunch and 4-5 winery stops and included the wine tasting fees. A pretty good deal we thought. Until we got on the bus.

The rows of cramped seat with questionably clean fabric were missing. We were surprised to see a real party bus with long curving black leather seats that ran along the windows, fresh fruit and veggie trays, croissants and rolls, wow! And there were only a few couples. It was a classy and comfortable ride. We stopped at wineries in Napa and Sonoma, had a delicious lunch with an addictive pasta salad, grilled chicken sandwiches, and mixed greens.

We had to be careful because we were tasting so many wines, like 6-10 at each winery. We dumped some out after tasting and drank lots of others. I even finished some of Patrícia's that I particularly liked. On the trip home, we were feeling just fine.

We Got Married!

I put on my new brown suit with the tie she gave me for my birthday. She was elegant and gorgeous in her custom made dress. And we were off, catching a bus to the steps of City Hall. We were by far the best dressed people on the bus.

Translation in hand we dutifully took our number and waited our turn to get a marriage license. Our ceremony was scheduled only half an hour later so we were tense. The SF City Hall marriages are strictly BYOW (Bring Your Own Witness(minimum one)). My friend Steven agreed to do the honors and showed up on time--one less worry. They called our number and the clerk took the translation and checked her online database. She was frowning so much I started to get worried. Patrícia reassured me that she was one of those perpetual frowners. Everything was fine. Wheeeeew!

We met the pleasant diminutive judge, everyone showed ID and signed the license, and then we waited our turn. When it was time, we followed the cute little judge upstairs to the rotunda. The location was fabulous--look at the pictures. Steven did a great job with the pictures and was very patient and cooperative with my instructions. (He is a chef, I was once a professional photographer). We had to wait a bit to get some of the pictures because the other people getting married wouldn't get out of our way. The nerve!

Apparently Marilyn Monroe got married to Joe Dimaggio there too. That's cool. We took the bus back to the hotel for a while and then had a great Italian dinner in a romantic restaurant. The Italian waiter was really funny and very Italian.

Later we met Steven and his girlfriend on the 39th floor of the Hyatt for a few drinks and a stunning view of the setting sun over the SF skyline.

I am so happy that this beautiful, fiesty, intelligent, woman who makes me laugh so much, actually married me. She married me!

Lucked out!

It was Tuesday morning and we were getting married the next day and we didn't have our marriage license yet. The certified translation was supposed to arrive soon because they overnighted it from Miami. I have been through many rush request for documents and tickets and did not expect anything to show up on time. If we did not get the translation, we would not be getting married and that would put a major kink in our plans.

Patrícia told me to call down to the desk to check after we got up. I did as I was told, even though I knew the answer, and was delightfully shocked to discover I was wrong. The package was waiting for us down stairs at the desk! We could get married now! I skipped on down to the desk, signed for the package, pour myself a cup of delicious strong coffee, and returned to the room with a smile on my face.

That lasted about 30 seconds. Time enough for me to open the package and see that while they did what they said they would in sending it, what they sent was worthless. No ATA certification, only a notarized letter saying that the translation was correct. We went to the City Hall to try to convince them to accept it. We tried and tried. No go. We ate and went back to the hotel.

Don't panic. Search the internet for an ATA translator in San Francisco. It took some time but I found one and made the call. She agreed to do it that night if she did not have to retranslate anything. We took a couple buses to south SF and found her building. As we were walking up the very steep hill, we saw a woman getting into her car in front of the place we were going. When we went up the steps and rang the bell, she got out of her car and said she was the translator and had forgotten we were coming. She almost left!

We sat in nervous anticipation as she checked the translation. One typo, nothing major. Fifty bucks later and we had our ATA certification. Whew! Two buses and 45 minutes back to the hotel. A long nervous day.

Translation Problems

We had an appointment to get our marriage license at 10am on Monday in the San Francisco city hall. The only thing we needed was ID and a translation of Patrícia's divorce. The divorce had to be translated by an ATA (American Translators Assoc.) according to the SF requirements. No problem. I had it translated by a big translation company that says they have ATA translators. When I dropped it off, I asked three times if it would be ATA certified and was assured that it would be. Can you guess what happened? Of course it was not an ATA certified translator and they said no marriage license.

We made many calls to the translation company and they said they would send a certified translation from their Miami office by Fed Ex.

We could not do anything else about the documents for the rest of the day, so we went to Golden Gate Park and had another delicious picnic, bottle of wine, and a nap in the soft, flower, sprinkled grass.

After that we strolled through the Haigt Ashbury neighborhood and watched the freaks and hippies.

Biking the Bridge

We jumped on the cable car to Pier 39 with an empty picnic bag, stopped at Trader Joe's to fill it up, and then rented a tandem bike on the pier. The guy that rented us the bike told us it was easy with just a few little hills. Uh huh. Don't believe it.













A tandem bike takes a little getting used to with the wide turning radius and two people who do not always lean the same way, but it was fine. We strapped our picnic lunch to the handle bars and off we went. We almost made it up the first hill without bailing. The next one closer to the bridge--no way. We, and everyone else, gave up riding. Then the bridge itself is uphill to the middle. You get a much better idea how big the bridge is when you ride over it. It is really really big with a span of 1280 m (4200 ft). It was wonderful going down the other side and around underneath it, but then it was a big hill to get into Sausilito. When we got into Sausilito we were tired. I found out later that we went 16 kilometers (10 miles).

We looked in a couple shops and then had a picnic in the park by the bay. Nice crusty french bread, genoa salami, brie, cobb salad, parmesan crisps, wine, and the most perfect strawberries I have ever seen and tasted in my life. Really, they were stunningly pretty and incredibly delicious. It was a perfect little picnic.

We took the ferry, with 200 other bikers, back to Pier 39. There was no way we could ride back. It was a great day.

Airport delays

We were delayed a few hours in São Paulo which made us miss our original connection in Miami so we were rerouted through Los Angeles instead of directly to San Franisco. It was a lot of flying and we were tired yet still very excited when we actually arrived in SF.

Trying to save money we took the Bart train from the airport ($5 each) to the Powell street station, only 3 blocks from our hotel. Three blocks uphill. It wasn't so bad though.

The King George Hotel is a nice smaller hotel with free wi-fi, good free coffee, and it is only a block from Union Square and the cable car line. We got a really quiet 7th floor room at the far end of the hallway. The view was of other buildings and Starbucks. The latter was not surprising since if you stand in front of one Starbucks in downtown SF, you should be able to see another one less than two blocks away.

I bought an unlimited week pass for the cable car for $24 because a single ride is $5--no transfers (ouch!) Then we rode up to China town, where most stores were closed by that time, and went into a sushi restaurant where the sushi was delivered on little boats in water that runs in front of the seating bar. They had big signs in their windows about 99 cent sushi! Liars! There was one thing that was that price and it wasn't fish. Everything else was much more expensive. We had a so-so udon noodle dish instead.