We finally made it through hail and whiteouts to San Francisco. I had no directions to the place we're staying at but I did know it was atop the highest point so we just drove up up up through these very confusing and teeny streets. Amazingly, this strategy works. All we know is that food and stores are down the hill and home is back up the hill. I don't think we'll ever learn these streets as they are friggin confusing. The place is nice - one of those tiny rowhouses you see in pictures and the view is stunning. But there basically isn't a door on the bathroom, which is shared. Ha!

Martin, congrats on pseudo-finishing. And Mark, congrats on finishing your semester from hell. Try not to piss on the toilet seat. ;)