Baseball and Visas

They say San Francisco is like Melbourne, similar latitude, similar climate. Maybe that's why I loved San Francisco so much.

As I waited for my Indian visa to be processed I wandered the city. I spent hours literally skipping around looking up at the beautiful architecture, mouth wide open, eyes lit. Maybe it was the elation of being somewhere similar yet so foreign. Maybe it was because I had a coffee that morning.

You know when you'rewalking and someone stops directly in front of you, causing you to quickly swerve to avoid them, cursing them under your breath. Well, that was me. I would look up and gape at the beautiful high rise buildings, with chiselled gargoyles against a perfectly blue sky. To make the day even better I had lunch with my Dad's cousin (I still haven't figured out if this makes him my second cousin...) Michael.

We met at his work, wandered the streets, and maybe it was because we shared the same last name, or maybe it was his gentle nature and soft eyes, but I quickly trusted Michael

and thoroughly valued his stories.

We had a FABULOUS lunch on the water and walked till he had to return to work. It left me skipping (not literally anymore) around the city till I collected my visa.

These last two days I have spent in Berkeley. I rode with Jim to work along the bay, spotting herons among the low tide and

wandered up to the UC Berkeley campus and was confronted with sorority sign ups and other student groups that wanted my allegiance. I tried to crash a lecture (and failed) and got lost (in that order) and again gaped at the beautiful architecture.

This morning we went to the Stein exhibit at SFMOMA (San Francisco Museum of Modern Art). And tonight I'm going to an all American, hotdog-eating, foam-hand-waving baseball game before heading south to central California for time with my Grandparents. Go Giants!

So until next time, GIANT hugs from the Bay Area (get it???)

Baseball and Visas