Two things strike me as I walk the streets of San Francisco. (Well, other than the fact that my head is in a fog from the flight from Bangkok last night. At least the San Francisco weather is clear today.)
The first thing I notice is that San Francisco is a beautiful city. There's no doubt about it. Sure there are plenty of grizzy panhandlers and I wouldn't eat anything off the sidewalk but the city itself is still beautiful. The view is full of coffee shops and convertables, victorian covered hills and pampered, leashed dogs of every persuasion, all painting the picture of a unique and beautiful city.
The second thing that strikes me is that all these things are so familiar to me. Everything is just as I left it. It almost makes me claustrophobic if I start picturing myself living here again. Claustrophobic is perhaps an unfair word, but everything is the same, and the sameness makes me feel trapped.
I wonder if I will ever feel this way about Bangkok...
Welcome back to the States, Khun Stuart! I'm sure you were quite missed.
Yeah, it's a fine place. I posted something about Bangkok Metroblogs this morning you might want to read........