I am officially starting the ‘Thesis Has Taken Over My Life’ part of the year. Even on this trip I stay up late doing work only to wake early to do more. I stopped working about the time I wanted food. It’s never to early for clam chowder in San Francisco. I was officially on the hunt. After 5 blocks I got distracted by a bagel shop and had a bagel instead.
I managed to feel like the ultimate tourist today. No, this isn’t something that I am generally proud of. I never enjoy feeling like the outsider, or non-local. Ugh. But, I did ride 3 different cable cars. There were a couple of things I wanted to know: Did locals actually use the cable cars? Which ones were more effective? Why is it so damn expensive for a 3 minute ride? Turns out locals do ride the cable cars during their commute to work. The North-South cable cars ran twice as often as the East-West. And no one knows why its $6 per ride on one of these damn things. My theory: capitalism gain on tourism!
It started to rain. If you should know t
wo things about me, I love coffee and rain. If I say no to coffee, the world is going to end. I am known as the girl at school who either has coffee, or is going to go get coffee. Rain makes me just as happy. A lot of people think of it as a sad and dreary day, but good things always happen to me in the rain. Hell, I’m in San Francisco! What could be dreary about that?
As much as I love the rain it doesn’t change the fact that my wardrobe is meant for San Diego. I had to go buy a sweater and a hat to keep myself warm and dry. Once bought, I was happy as a clam. What makes clams happy? Oh, never mind.
I was off exploring downtown. I stumbled across a coffee shop, for a nice caramel macchiato. By stumbled, I mean I Goggled it and wondered until I found it. It was well worth the walk. Sugar Café is a not one, not two, but three story coffee house! I am officially in love with Bicycle brew coffee.
I am not an author. To be quite honest, I always hated English class. I write so I may share my experiences and remember the man I met on a bus who treated me to dinner with his family, paying and booking a hotel only to find out its out of business, fake crying in the Athens airport to get a ticket home, or remember the strangers who looked out for me on a bus. Some live, experience, and are fulfilled by what’s in their backyards. I find there is something truly exhilarating about cramming as many possessions into a bag as possible, only to complain you brought too many. This is my life out of a suitcase, hope you enjoy.