I'm in San Francisco.
Yes, that's right. I'm back in the United States. If you don't know this already, then you don't know me, at least not personally.
Or possibly it's just that I'm a bit rubbish about getting in contact and I've been a hermit for the last month.
In any case, I'm in San Francisco, housesitting for my friend L's sister. L is here as well, also recovering from completion of service in Togo. We keep trying to set ourselves up to apply for jobs and grad school. But all we accomplished this past week is watching the entire second season of Glee. http://www.gleethemusic.com/us/episode/audition
That's not entirely true.
We've done some exploring.
We went down to Fisherman's Wharf http://visitfishermanswharf.com/
and walked up Pier 39 http://www.pier39.com/index.cfm
We wanted to find some seafood and were very nearly seduced by the Bubba Gump Shrimp Company. But luckily L had brought along a box of Wheat Thins in her enormous over-the-shoulder bag. So we pushed off our hunger and hiked up to Little Italy to check out a fantastic little restaurant called "Sotto Mare" http://sottomaresf.com/
This place is fantastic. The fish was fresh and delicious; they adapted their menu according to what they'd been able to catch the day before. Service was quick and friendly. We sat outside in the lovely sunshine and didn't realize how popular the place was until I wandered inside after the meal for the restroom. Every booth was full, and people were sitting at the counter. From the banter between waiters and patrons, I'm sure this place has a lot of regulars.
After lunch, we hoofed it back to the car and decided to check out the Scenic Route http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/49-Mile_Scenic_Drive, or at least as much of it as we could stand before falling asleep. (Amongst all of the Gleeking and sight-seeing, naps have been another common activity)