The San Diego airport is just minutes from downtown. I mean *maybe* 10 minutes out. There are always airplanes flying low over the city. At first it was a bit startling for Karin and me. By last night we were using the airplanes to help us navigate the streets, as in “that plane is ahead and off to the left, we’ll have to turn left at the next light and drive a few more blocks before we get there.” Our room is on the 14th floor but I couldn’t hear them during the night though I’d expected to do so. I’m wondering how city residents felt just after September 11th with all of the planes flying so close. Throughout, Reid has been excited to see the airplanes. They just never get boring for her.