I always begin a French lunch with Kir Royale. I then added a glass of Duckhorn Decoy Cabernet Sauvignon. The fountains of Bellagio came on and made for an unforgettable total experience:
My view was of the McCarron International Airport and MGM Grand. For dinner I brought back to my room a salad and some spaghetti and meatballs with garlic bread from Sbarro, which I heated in the room microwave oven:
This hotel has no casino. It is a family time-share. The TV channel choices were bountiful, including ten stations for reasonably current films (free) and more listenable music channels than Music Choice back home, minus two dozen rap/rock stations. The international selection was unusual: Filipino, Korean, Irish...plus French, American, Mexican and Italian, those four meals above.
You would think that the airport being so close you could almost walk to the terminal. However, a taxi cost me $19. Goodbye Las Vegas.
My plane to SFO had a hydraulic problem, so they just cancelled the whole flight. They put me on standby an hour later, but I couldn't get on the next option. Finally, third plane at sunset, hello San Francisco.
The good news is that if I had to connect to my flight back to Honolulu, I would have missed that flight. Caught BART to the Powell Street Station and had a five minute walk to the Marriott Marquis, three hours late. I was so exhausted that I had dinner in the hotel: San Francisco Clam Chowder in a Boudin Sourdough Bowl, plus french fries and a glass of Prosecco. An excellent beginning to my next few days in the City by the Bay. Hmmm...was that an earthquake?
Tomorrow, the largest Chinese New Year Parade outside of China, plus the biggest orchid show in America.