Well, it is for me anyway. (You can read all my thoughts on the subject from our last trip.)Flight was delayed about an hour out of SFO. Fortunately, we had about a three hour layover in Calgary, so no big deal.Plane from Calgary was switched, meaning our seating assignments were all shot to hell - I got the middle seat in a row of three, no economy plus, and NO upgrades :-(Then because of the seat re-assignment, they messed up my meal. No vegetarian for me and all I got to eat was a cucumber salad and a brownie. Lame.Got through customs easily but had to go through the hassle of using a pay phone to call my sister - and then she didn’t answer.She had to go to an interview close to the time we were going to get to her flat so I told her to wait as long as she could.Navigated the tube easily, but when we got to Joce’s flat she’d already left.We toted our luggage around her neighborhood, ate something and came back to her place. A nice neighbor let us into the building and showed us her flat. I rang to see if her roommates were there but no answer.We set up camp outside her door, figuring we’d wait till she got back.After about 15 minutes her roommate came out with the hilarious expression: “good god, how long have you been sitting out here?!” (you have to imagine it in a think English accent.) He let us in to wait for her and all was well.The first 24 hours of a trip is usually a rough experience for me even if all goes according to plan - I feel cramped, sore, tired, hungry - and usually at some point, very angry with Ryan. And then there’s usually some sort of journey to undertake: navigating public transit, even hailing a cab can be a challenge when you’re in unfamiliar surroundings.After the first 24 hours or so, I’m usually questioning my judgment, but after that - and after a nap! - I’m able to see the value in my endeavours again. And by then I’m usually in love with a new city.(Ryan has to upgrade my version of wordpress, so until then, pictures can be seen here.