Before I start this post, I know that these memories are all jumbled. Blogging is upside down to me and for this reason, a person like me needs to post everyday. As you read all of this you will realize that you are going back in time. So be it.Philadelphia has a decent skyline in the distance. We were on the bridge spanning the Delaware, I believe. By the time we made it to this point, 6:00 pm, I'd gained or lost an hour depending on how you look at it and we had arisen at 3:30 that morning, Friday, July 11, 2008. Sach was a bit cranky because he had been working late the night before. Our cab driver didn't speak a word of English that you could understand. He had a deeeeeeep Eastern European accent, I assuming something "Russian" by the name on the badge plate. So we were at an impasse in the communication with mine and Sach's musical southern drawl and his hard consonants clashing. We finally determined the Loews Hotel was understood on his part and took off at a mad, terrifying dash to downtown Philly.
We passed this mile-long huge stack of crushed cars. It was so impressive, but doesn't translate well into a backseat photo unless you realize that each small piece is a whole car. Also we were traveling very fast in an old, decrepit cab.
Note, our cab driver's name. Not to persecute any nationality or ethnic group, etc., but I would like one cabbie that understands, "hi, how are you, we're going to_____!When we reached the hotel, Sach wanted to swipe his card. Drivers seem to hate this feature, but it gives you a receipt and helps with business tracking of expenses. We had not been able to get any understanding until he said, with great indignation,
"What, no TIP". It really pissed Sach off and he left the tip blank and let him stew through the unloading of luggage. We tipped him in cash but he's got to learn some more niceties than that one phrase!
The view outside of our room as the sun was setting on the day. Sach had to leave immediately for a reception as we had missed a half a day. I ordered a salad from room service. I would end up getting so tired of this eating choice. My server did not read or speak English, this time from India or at least that general cultural area. He wanted a tip and I showed him where the tip is figured automatically if the bill is charged to the room. His one word that was comprehensible was "CASH". I have the opinion that people earn tips, they are not a right given by some higher being.
This is the William Penn building outside of our window. It probably had a real name like John Q Public Memorial Hall for the Spoken Arts but I never found it out. 
Decent picture but I can't figure out how to get this Walgreen photo program to flip pictures and stay that way. So lean sideways
A shot of our room...very small but elegant..super fluffy beds and pillows
Not your typical Motel 6 ice bucket. Who the hell knows where the ice machine or cheetos and chips can be found in hotels like this. Even the cleaning lady didn't know!
My robe, very plush but so hot....they need summer robes of nice southern cotton
Off balance shot
I was experimenting with the different light settings on my camera. I was too tired but keyed up by the coming day when I would see Jake for the first time since last Labor Day.
Nightlife shots outside the window once all of the lights came on. Some are better than others.
