trip to california

I can remember the day like it was yesterday. It was June 23 1998. Until then, I’d never been out of New England. Then, at approximately 5:30am, I was on a plane, heading for California. That’s when it hit me. This was probably going to be the most exciting thing I had ever done in my life.
The plane landed in San Francisco at about 7:00am (because of the time zone change). Right when I got off the plane, my uncle was there waiting for me. After we picked up my luggage, we went to the hotel. It was right across from the airport. My uncle had a business meeting to go to, so I stayed behind and explored the place.
This didn’t seem like an ordinary hotel. We basically had a floor to ourselves. Our suite was made up of three rooms. There were two bedrooms, and a living room. Across the hall there was an open room with big screen televisions, and a buffet with almost any food...