We rolled into San Francisco last night around 11pm. The kids had slept half the drive... I drove half, my mom the other half. I never really slept - the air conditioner was too loud, I forgot ear plugs, I had a 7 year old in bed with me and I had planned to practice at Ashtanga Yoga San Francisco at 6am... so I fretted all night, waking up every couple hours that the alarm would wake the whole room up. Around 4:45 I hemmed and hawed over practice.

I was tired.

I had a ton of stuff in the back of my car and would have to park on the street. What if someone broke into the car?

Should I take a cab... but what if I couldn't find a cab back?

I did this until about 5:38 and then I sucked it up, got up, made a cup of coffee, huddled in the bathroom, changed, called for the car and left.

I drove around a good 20 minutes trying to find a place to park. I finally found place that didn't appear to have any signs... I looked 3 times and finally parked. When I approached the studio, I couldn't figure out how to open the door so finally I buzzed. The practice space is beautiful. Lovely pictures, a HEATED floor (I had to touch it like 3 times) and a nice presence. Beautifully gorgeous Melissa was there and I got to practice behind her. I always find it funny how different teachers have different poses they adjust in. A lovely Supta K adjustment today... Friday first series made practice just a bit easier today.

After practice Melissa and I spent a bit of time chatting... I walked the block to the car and then had to look around... no car... yes, I parked right there in front of the laudromat... no car. In fact no cars.. and, then, a block behind... there it is... the sign... no parking 7-9.

*sigh*

$342 dollars later, 4 calls to a taxi service and about a half hour standing on the curb, I got my car back (note that the tow lot service man, seeing me with my yoga mat says "So that yoga (raised eyebrow) that really keeps you in shape, I see." Me, yes now can I have my car?).

We went to the Aquarium of the Pacific, tried to see the fogged in Golden Gate Bridge and we are now in a roadside motel in Eugene Oregon.

My body is tired. My muscles are sore. I slept half the way here (thank God for my mom). Tomorrow we see my grandfather and then we are going to drive up the Oregon coast and stop who knows where for the night.

I love road trips.