I think my first impression of San Francisco is that it seems very clean to me. Of course the moment I say this, I realize the irony of the statement since for all of the years I lived here, I complained about how dirty it was. But again, everything is relative. Compared to Bangkok, the air of San Francisco is very clean (which interestingly enough makes the sun much brighter); the houses are brightly painted; the streets and sidewalks are clear of trash and people and food carts and dogs. San Francisco seems very quiet to me. Where is everyone? On the roads, I marvel at how well the traffic flows; how everyone stays in their own lane and stops at every red light.
I did have a good time last night. After dinner with Kenley I went to the swim team party. I felt like the Thai Tourism Association should be paying me a commission, since I was trying to talk everyone into visiting Thailand. I felt like a missionary spreading the good news to the unknowing heathens.
In any case, yesterday wasn't very productive since I was so tired from the jet lag and from staying out too late the night before. But today I was determined to tackle my storage. When it was time to leave, I had gone through 7 boxes and had thrown out two bags of trash. I feel a little discouraged though, as if my progress has stalled. So much left to do!
On the social side of things, I had a pretty good day. I had lunch with Richard near his home in Alameda and tonight I stopped by the pool to see my friends from the swim team. Manop and I had Vietnamese for dinner. I am still a little afraid to try Thai food in San Francisco. I think I will be very disappointed.
