(this is a second attempt, the first one seems to have gone the way of random digibits).

From Chicago to San Diego seemed to be just a matter of a hotel shuttle, a boring United Lounge (they need to learn from Lufthansa) and a packed plane. I wound up with another seat change (would you want to sit next to a chattering 3 year old if you could swap places with his dad?) which had the advantage of peace, quiet and a window – but the downside of a wing in the way.

San Diego has lots of shuttle services so it was blindly pick one. Shuttle service? Oh yeah. With a normal side suitcase and my heavy backpack I wasn’t about to try for public transit. Cabs were $30, the van $8.

I had gone through Expedia for the hotel after my normal choice had not had room for me one night earlier. For the same price I would up downtown at the Westgate instead of near the airport. A small issue of an additional service charge, but it covers WiFi for as many devices as I want, the Business Center and a lovely outdoor fitness area and pool. The apples were green and crunchy.

I will add pictures, but let me just leave it at this is a Grand Dam of a hotel. High old ceilings with moldings in the lobby, interesting parquet floors, wall papers and art from the late 1800s. My room on the 15th floor (complimentary upgrade said the gentleman at the desk) has a view toward the harbor). The room size is about the same as my studio in Heidelberg. Bathroom which has been updated while keeping its charm, walk-in closet and lovely plush bathrobes.

I am going to walk to the harbor first thing in the morning.