Serendipitous fun
OK, so I said my challenge was to have fun despite my homesickness. I got my wish on Saturday. Gauss and I went to San Francisco for dim sum with a meetup group to discuss a book about Joseph Needham, an Englishman who spent years in China traveling and researching Chinese inventions. Since the topic was China, we took our pictures to share with the group. Dim sum was yummy, and we had a nice time.
As we walked back to the car, we stopped at a grocery store and picked up a few items. We kept thinking we should do something more exciting in the city, but we wanted to relax, so we headed home. As we pulled into the driveway, we realized that we had left the photo album and discussion book back at the store.
So, after a couple hours’ rest at home, we drove back to the city, enduring a godawful traffic jam on 101. (On Sunday evening?? Go figure!) We picked up our stuff from the store and then decided that since we were in San Francisco and it was dinnertime, we should look for a place to get a bite to eat.
The good thing is, once in the city on a Sunday night, parking is not a problem, so we found a spot a few blocks from Chinatown and wandered the darkening streets looking for you tiao (Chinese donuts) and warm soymilk, the perfect evening snack. We ended up in a restaurant famous for its rice porridge (congee, jook, zhou) and ordered a bowl with roast duck shreds, along with some noodles and a couple of you tiao. There was more food than we could eat, and the tab came to $13!
As we walked back to the car after eating our Chinese snacks, we marveled that it was our car, not a rental, and although we were in Chinatown, in half an hour we would be home, sleeping in our own bed. We live here—how weird is that?
As we walked back to the car, we stopped at a grocery store and picked up a few items. We kept thinking we should do something more exciting in the city, but we wanted to relax, so we headed home. As we pulled into the driveway, we realized that we had left the photo album and discussion book back at the store.
So, after a couple hours’ rest at home, we drove back to the city, enduring a godawful traffic jam on 101. (On Sunday evening?? Go figure!) We picked up our stuff from the store and then decided that since we were in San Francisco and it was dinnertime, we should look for a place to get a bite to eat.
The good thing is, once in the city on a Sunday night, parking is not a problem, so we found a spot a few blocks from Chinatown and wandered the darkening streets looking for you tiao (Chinese donuts) and warm soymilk, the perfect evening snack. We ended up in a restaurant famous for its rice porridge (congee, jook, zhou) and ordered a bowl with roast duck shreds, along with some noodles and a couple of you tiao. There was more food than we could eat, and the tab came to $13!
As we walked back to the car after eating our Chinese snacks, we marveled that it was our car, not a rental, and although we were in Chinatown, in half an hour we would be home, sleeping in our own bed. We live here—how weird is that?
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