After breakfast, we headed west for California. We had to deal with some more annoying construction, but we eventually made it to Sacramento. If you weren’t aware, I was born in Sacramento and lived there until I was 3. I asked my mom for the address of our old house and we swung by to see it. We decided to knock on the door and were invited in to see the house. It was a bit strange… I don’t remember much about the house, except for the itsy bitsy hallway going to my room. We snapped some pictures then headed to In-N-Out Burger and reveled in its deliciousness. After a very difficult search trying to find a hotel that would let an 18-year-old check in, we arrived at the Sheraton at Fisherman’s Wharf. The room was gorgeous, and was the nicest hotel we’ve stayed in this whole trip. It was nice to get away from ugly floral comforters for a night, even if we could hear loud buses and bumpin’ SUVs out the window. We left our room and walked around Fisherman’s Wharf for a little bit, exploring the shops and whatnot. We grabbed some ice cream and watched the seals and walked around a little bit more before deciding that it was way too cold, then headed back to the hotel.
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