I’ve been to SF many times. On my first visit from Hong Kong, one of my cousins who owned a trinket store at Fisherman’s Wharf said to me .. pick anything you want.
I took this mug that I still use nowadays. And I remembered being scared to death by the wide open highway driving from point A to point B needed nearly an hour, without traffic. Aunt Chang Ying (Da Gugu 大姑姑) lived in Redwood City, wasn’t that far from the civilization, yet it might as well be the Amazon juggle. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. Then few years later, Dad settled there. So going to SF was even less attractive.
This time, I went for my kids or with kids, because Pumpkin wanted to see the 6-lane highway. [Didn’t you see that in Beijing? Of course that didn’t count .. I’m sure they all deleted that already.] Told you my kids have the great sense of humor and knew how to get to me. But as it turned out, I felt in love with the city. Must be the company. I even checked out the livability: local swimming and tennis club. Also as my girl friend pointed it out that I’m getting old and began to warm up to slower pace. View well taken.
To my horror, I really enjoyed this trip – never liked it because its too slow for my taste.
“Because you’re getting old.” My BFF explained it to me in plain language.
night out red district
Palo Alto lunch