San Francisco
San Francisco Bay The wind blew hard as we walked along the trail down to the Golden Gate Bridge (right; not in photo). I was woken up at around 5:15am in the morning. That meant I had had about seven hours of sleep...not bad compared to 4 the second night from when we had arrived in the States from China. (Someone had set one of our very loud alarm clocks downstairs to ring at 2 o'clock in the morning. It rang for an hour, and I couldn't fall back asleep after ordeal.) I was glad I had prepared my backpack the night before. It saved me a lot of time as I jumped off the top of my bunk bed and rushed to get ready to go on our annual family road trip. My sisters and I had packed all our clothes into a luggage. I carried that down the stairs and shoved it into the trunk of our van. After everyone (excluding my brother, who was still sleeping until two minutes before our departure) had made a few more trips carrying items down into the ga...