My last couple of days in California, I spent walking around on the streets of San Francisco together with Joe. Unfortunately, I had managed to catch a cold, and I don’t carry being sick gracefully. I think Joe got quite fed up with my whining – but that’s just how life is sometimes. I had a nice time in San Francisco with him, anyway, despite everything, and I got some nice pictures too. Evening stroll in Chinatown, an afternoon reading break in Dolores Park, a morning walk in Japantown, the view of Castro and the Mission from the top of windy Corona Heights Park, walking along Mission street.
It was kind of strange, though. Being back, after three years. So many things happened in San Francisco last time I was there. First the week with Hanna, as the coronation of our two week roadtrip down from Portland, then two weekends with different wwoofer groups from the farm, and finally mom, before she and I went on our roadtrip down to Grand Canyon. San Francisco has held a kind of glow in my memory as this magical place where anything could happen. It isn’t, of course. Not more than any other beautiful city in the world. As with most other things, it’s really more about the people than the place. San Francisco just happens to attract a lot of interesting people.
Katja Malmborg 