Windy

The wind has picked up significantly, and with what seems a crazy fury.   This is a wind you would almost never see in Santa Clara, but we are not seeing a rising panic in the streets, so maybe it is normal in these parts.

We had two good replacement sticks to walk with today, one each, and cognizant that we lost the first one, we were careful all day to take care with them.  but after walking into ten different hotels looking for a room and leaving the sticks outside time each time, we now find ourselves without them, and cant figure out where they went.

We are in a "King Suite", the last room available in the hotel, after being told from all other hotels that they were "fully booked".   What would have been shocking just a few years ago, the word "suite" in hotel lingo no longer seems to mean two or more rooms.  In this hotel it seems to mean that there is a fold out couch next to the bed.   Not even a mini fake wall separating the two,   Just a couch next to the bed.   Words meaning differently from what they once meant.  The world changes slowly in sometimes small bizarre ways.

After sleeping the past two nights on the floor,  I at least have a mattress this time, but now my arms are itchy and I am scratching.   I am hoping there are no bed bug issues here.

Jana sitting by some water pipes: