travel really makes you see how well worn and proscribed your footsteps become in your everyday life.
i think that's part of the difficulty in heading home, because inevitably you know you're going to gradually fall back into the figure eights that somehow define the life you live there. what travel holds is promise. what home holds is routine.
allegedly anyway.
what i'd like to take away from the trip is try looking at SF and the Bay Area as a place i not only live, but also visit. which means making it a point to explore it more.
but that's going to have to wait until after the jet lag expires. bleary-eyed after being out to a dinner part til 1am and then having to pack in order to get out of Koburger Strasse by 5 am, followed by 15 total hours of travel time, i knew i had to stay awake. this was only possible by unpacking, doing laundry and getting the place back in living order.
oh, and a burrito. Berlin has many, many charms, but if you've ever experienced Mexican food there, you know that isn't one of them.
tortilla. beans. arroz. pollo. salsa picante.
but instead of the fall back position of a Sierra Nevada or Anchor Steam, i chose a Trumer Pils ... which is in the same dense-and-small-almost-champagne-type-bubble style as the Radeburger on hand at Chez Wrench & Franks, my cousin's place.
not the most dramatic beginning to a re-shaped figure eight, but a fella has to begin somewhere. especially when all he really wants to do is dive into the mcrosky airflex and dream of destinations unknown ...
2 comments:
welcome back... your plan for "visiting" san francisco reminds me of how i celebrated my ten year anniversary in the city, by making a list of all the things i hadn't yet seen/done. ... this summer is my 15 year anniversary, so i'm making a list again. let's do some stuff! ps: i heart trumer pils.
Hey Liam. I've really enjoyed reading das blog. I'm looking forward to reading about what shape the eights take.
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