More signs I am in California
A sign in a garden in the middle of town saying “Coyotes have been spotted in this area” (no sign of Road Runner though (meep meep)
Chocolate bacon bars (apparently appeared in the UK a couple of years back, but I missed them completely. Heston Blumenthal would be proud. Chocolate dipped bacon is big over here…there are times when I am glad I’m a vegetarian, as at least I don’t feel the need to test it . . .
So, what have I been doing over here . . .
Well, a little bit of sightseeing, but more of my time has been spent in thought and working out what my life is all about. I’ve had the first call in the Neale Donald Walsch mentorship series, and done my homework (feeling vaguely smug). I’ve spent a lot of time in Borders, reading, thinking, and drinking coffee….
I did take a walk round town – was impressed by the Martin Luther King Memorial in Yuerba Buena park (and stopped for a bit of jazz and to relax by the waterfall. (Engineering note – the construction of the waterfall demands that about 40′ of lake be perfectly flat so that all the mini falls on the side are the same. They got pretty close – let’s hope a ‘quake doesn’t knock it out of alignment)
The inscriptions read: “No, No, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until ‘justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream’.” (Washington, D. C., 1963 and “I believe that a day will come when all God’s children from bass black to treble white will be significant on the constitution’s keyboard.” (San Francisco, CA, 1956.) I was quite moved by the memorial, I have to say… and I started to long for freedom for the world’s peoples – from oppression, from prejudice, from discrimination, from poverty, and from the mental prisons that each one of us have created for ourselves… until we realise that the bars are simply paper and melt in the sunlight of inspection.
I took a walk round the market… I really am not sure what I am going to do with the $1 bag of chilli peppers that I bought, but it would keep your average Mexican restaurant going for around a month.
Wish this had been on every day – it was just round the corner and they did fruit samples – breakfast was cheap that day! And somehow, I managed to buy that bag of peppers and some bananas and come in in profit… one of the stall holders must have taken pity on me, I think.
I wandered up to the steepest street in the city (local joke – when you’re tired of walking round San Francisco, at least you can lean against it) – every now and again I felt vaguely dizzy with the hills. The cable cars here work on a cable under the street – which means that the roadway emits a permanent rumbling sound.
I took a walk down the tat and glitz of pier 39 – stopped for a while to watch these jugglers… it took me a while to realise that the thing that was odd about them was their English accents (OK, I was watching, not listening, alright?). And glanced across the bay to Alcatraz
It’s nice to see that someone has found a use for the Segway personal transportation – they do tours using them in SF… and they sneak up on you silently.
And I finally satisfied my banana pancake fixation by completely ignoring the instructions (add egg, add milk) and just went with theflow. They may not look like much.. But they were damn fine pancakes.
Explore The Adventure. . . . . 