The Phoenix
I've realised I haven't said a single thing about my hotel, the Phoenix! It's not the best I've ever stayed in for amenities (it's basically just the rooms and a pool), but it is by far the coolest place I've ever spent any time. There's so much rock & roll myth making that goes on about this place, it's hard to see what's hype that visitors have told each other over the years against the reality. If another person tells me that this is U2's favourite hotel in San Francisco, I'm going to demand to see the guest book to check it out. Having said that, the myths about the place mean that it attracts a very cool and laidback clientele, and chatting over breakfast by the pool is always an interesting experience.
I heard a great story yesterday about the place. Apparently, a guest once had a friend to visit, who insisted on painting a portrait of him. The story goes that when it was completed, it was too large to take away, so it was donated to the hotel instead. I've yet to see it (I guess if the story is true it's hanging in someone else's room) but apparently it's made of feathers and a variety of bodily fluids... nice!
September 5th, 2006 - 14:08
hello – 3pm Tusday here
Just spent this morning on a training couse with Dewi – a workshop really on Tearfund’s Christian Distinctiveness- great fun. Honestly!!
Your hotel looks really lovely. I hope you are being safe, if the area round your hotel is as rough as you suggest. Use cabs if you have to (in for a penny, in for a dollar…)
Missing you
xx
Sarah