Seahawks...

The day has come. I spent the day with a dear friend of mine in San Francisco. Good thing we are still in winter time in USA so I didn't have any problem finding a room at the hostelling in downtown. The ride in train was good, long but relaxed. I definetely felt I needed my own room at one point. The little kid crying and the corridor light in my face were somehow tiring. Meeting Alberto, an Argentinian who was checking Seattle before proposing to his American girlfriend, was, in a good way, distracting from my regular thoughts. You find sometimes people with the same ideas you have and you get a little surprised that perhaps you´ll never see them again. My Mariners shirt didn't help during the game...