03.18-03.24
To Leah and Tina; Lyn and Jesse; Rachel and her parents; Lori and Rob; the toothless people of Corney, WA; the little black kid who gave us the finger; our new hippie friends; the plastic didgeridoo player; the bored officers at the American boarder; the gas station girl who just happens to live in the dirtiest town in Oregon; the factory workers of Tillamook cheese; the angry, tired cable car driver; the abstinence preacher on the side of the street…
to all my companions in the journey, this is for you.
I’m not sure about people anymore. They’re responsible for some pretty nutty stuff. Individuals I’m crazy about though. -Berkeley Breathed (quote from Starbucks cup in downtown San Francisco)
What makes traveling worth while? For me it’s the unique interactions that you have with a world that is not your own; the brief moments that you live in someone else’s shoes and see their perspective. It’s feeling the pain of a cable car drivers boring day… and hearing the story of a love lost and then found again. It’s the eyes of the toothless ladies, who earnestly hand you a freshly grilled deluxe hamburger and the heads that refuse to look up at you gazing at them work at their minimum wage factory line-up job. And in the end, you always leave thinking you’ve come to know a place, when rather, you’ve come to know a small part of some individuals.
SF proved itself to be a very friendly city. One day as we were trying to find the Golden Gate Bridge on our rented bikes (Yes, that’s the big orange bridge that you can see from almost all points in SF) an older couple, Lori and Rob offered their help. They then carried on to give us a complete educational tour of the Bay and Bridge area. Two hours later they turned around to head back to their work.
Another night, a group of hippies at a local coffee shop laid claim of our friendship. Everywhere we went, there they were with their musical instruments from open mike night, their weed, and their on going conversation about just about everything. One was shocked about the tall girls we grow in Canada (you guessed it, that comment wasn’t directed at me - see above pic)… another was impressed that I could play the harmonica (which proves that they were high since I can't play it). Finally as they wandered off to their next adventure, we realized that we had now idea where we were.
To Leah and Tina; Lyn and Jesse; Rachel and her parents; Lori and Rob; the toothless people of Corney, WA; the little black kid who gave us the finger; our new hippie friends; the plastic didgeridoo player; the bored officers at the American boarder; the gas station girl who just happens to live in the dirtiest town in Oregon; the factory workers of Tillamook cheese; the angry, tired cable car driver; the abstinence preacher on the side of the street…to all my companions in the journey, this is for you.
I’m not sure about people anymore. They’re responsible for some pretty nutty stuff. Individuals I’m crazy about though. -Berkeley Breathed (quote from Starbucks cup in downtown San Francisco)
What makes traveling worth while? For me it’s the unique interactions that you have with a world that is not your own; the brief moments that you live in someone else’s shoes and see their perspective. It’s feeling the pain of a cable car drivers boring day… and hearing the story of a love lost and then found again. It’s the eyes of the toothless ladies, who earnestly hand you a freshly grilled deluxe hamburger and the heads that refuse to look up at you gazing at them work at their minimum wage factory line-up job. And in the end, you always leave thinking you’ve come to know a place, when rather, you’ve come to know a small part of some individuals.
SF proved itself to be a very friendly city. One day as we were trying to find the Golden Gate Bridge on our rented bikes (Yes, that’s the big orange bridge that you can see from almost all points in SF) an older couple, Lori and Rob offered their help. They then carried on to give us a complete educational tour of the Bay and Bridge area. Two hours later they turned around to head back to their work.
Another night, a group of hippies at a local coffee shop laid claim of our friendship. Everywhere we went, there they were with their musical instruments from open mike night, their weed, and their on going conversation about just about everything. One was shocked about the tall girls we grow in Canada (you guessed it, that comment wasn’t directed at me - see above pic)… another was impressed that I could play the harmonica (which proves that they were high since I can't play it). Finally as they wandered off to their next adventure, we realized that we had now idea where we were.
memories created, people met... california sunshine soaked up... back to work tomorrow. Guess all good things come to an end.
PS. biking in San Francisco is all good, until you decide to attempt the hills. Piece of advice for people seeking adventures in SF... don't bike up the hill.
