"It's as cold as the goddamned winter here!"

From the nature of this quote and the general nature of me, you may be inclined to think that I said this; however, it was Alyssa. She, who packed seven t-shirts, two v-necks, a tank top, and only a track jacket for warmth despite the warnings that I gave about the cold which were mocked by her and others who I have already mentioned in this blog, and despite his help, will not get a mention in this post, thinks that it is cold, and rightly so because it is the goddamn winter here. Its super windy; 20 - 30 mph gales blow all day long, and the sun, which seems to be less effective in the wild west, can only manage to keep top the thermometers off at 65 in the afternoon. More about the weather to come tomorrow, today it was rather manageable because we spent most of the day in an alcove of the hotel's courtyard assembling and zip-tying our bikes. We quickly realized that we would need much of the day for our bikes, and after finding out that we had a host for Saturday and Sunday, decided not to venture north to San Francisco. We made arrangements to save $14 by getting riding two miles south to a new hotel in San Bruno. With the bikes finally finished at 4:30ish, we bid our first hotel goodbye by using their free wifi to find a route to the new hotel, which was actually a motel, which probably couldn't REALLY even be called that. We successfully, rode our bikes in rather inconsiderate airport traffic to the Budget Motel, rang the buzzer to be let into the "lobby," and got the key for room 209. The room numbers seemed to go 207, 210, 211, but on second look a long and mysterious alley seemed to harbor two doors which, due only to the fading evening light, were we able to see had two numbers on: 208 and 209. So we walked down the dark alley, used the antiquated key card to open the door, and walked into a very seedy mystery. The room was huge. The bathroom had something like a foyer and a closet. The room itself had a couch, a table with two armchairs to sit at, a tv with more channels than the night before, a fridge microwave combo, and a hallway that led to a locked door and had a full sized closet. Also notable, was the plywood door added to the wall of windows that looked out to a small alley between the motel and the building next, and the numerous vent windows in the bathroom, the mystery hallway, and the bedroom itself. We took our bikes inside anyway, and Alyssa went to ask when breakfast was. There was no breakfast which was probably a blessing. She returned to inform me, and realized that she forgot to ask about wifi. There was also none, which did not surprise us, and Alyssa declared that she thought that the only employee of the motel had realized that Alyssa expected much more than she was able to offer. After agreeing that this was the seediest hotel (or motel) we had ever stayed in, we decided to get a shower, and find food. Food ended successfully with a delicious pizza from Seniore Pizza which caused us to pass out promptly afterward and sleep restlessly throughout the night. If the hotel was nothing it was hot; until the morning then it was freezing.

-Alyssa and David
P.S. - check out all our photos on Alyssa's Facebook page....when she adds them.