This misquoted Shakespeare quote seemed appropriate as I left my friends, my Noe Valley apartment and San Francisco behind. I rode up Folsom on Monday with my buddy Paul (who it transpired had cycled across the Pyrenees on a Brompton (if you have never seen one follow the link and understand why I was awed by this achievement: https://www.brompton.com/)). The sunrise was fabulous
I managed to catch some of my friends at work
And I then had a meeting with Vishva who has invited me back next summer so I stopped feeling miserable at leaving everyone and just enjoyed my last two days! We left on Tues and at the airport found we were upgraded to business on BA which was more than a bit of a result. A flat bed on an overnight flight is bliss!
The weather was warm and sunny on landing in the UK and the following day I was helping to host a Neuroinflammation meeting in Cambridge which was a bit of a challenge with jet lag, but the fabulous quality of the talks meant I spent most of the day awake with the odd lapse. Friday was back to back meetings so the weekend arrived very fast. Eddy was introduced to my friends at the bike shop to be re-built and serviced, I took the Giant out and sped to the gym frightening Mike by my speediness! On Sat afternoon and evening we were so privileged to be invited to Tris’ 50th birthday party. This year has to be the year of parties for me (they have all been fantastic) and this one was incredible: an aerial display of a dog fight between a messerschmitt and a spitfire (I wish I had taken a picture but I was too stunned), incredible food and wine along with amazing magicians and a 70s tribute band that had to be seen to be believed (my pictures of this are not good enough for show which is the problem with having had good wine with dinner!). The weather was so good we were sitting outside at midnight (when, of course, I am wide awake still on SF time). This has left little time for unpacking which has been challenging…….