From the plane on take-off prior to me forgetting – I could see both the Bay and Golden Gate bridges, the ridge which separates South San Francisco from the rest of the peninsula. And water. Lots and lots of water for hours on end.
From my window in my shiny modern hotel I could be almost anywhere in the world that has elevated motorways, streaming traffic and interesting architecture.
Facing the roadways on the fifth floor I can narrow the options down: the cars are all driving on the left side of the road. I ventured out for only a short time before deciding that warm and humid held no interest for me.
A nap? Oh, that might be really nice.