The flight zipped by and I found myself taking the BART to the east bay before sunset.
I had dinner with colleagues at a Chinese restaurant in Piedmont and I got this fortune, which I thought was funny.
I stayed at the Doubletree in the Berkeley Marina and this was my view. That's San Francisco and the Bay Bridge.
On Sunday afternoon my flight back home left around 4:30p. The day before it had rained over 12+ straight hours and I was glad that there weren't any delays.
This flight was also a United Express flight, but this time I was on an ERJ 175, which is a great plane. The overhead bins are bigger than the CRJ and the plane is wider. It doesn't feel like a small regional jet and feels like a regular singe aisle plane.