Terminal: Ljubljana, Slowwwenia
Destination: 9 000 miles into the Future
Means of transport: A van, a plane, a train, a bus, a pink wave
Weather forecast: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
Dress-code: Flowers in one’s hair and a smile
San Francisco. First impressions: A city with a weathered face, open arms and an open mind. Hopefully with open doors as well. I’m putting my foot there as we speak. Great opportunities lay ahead and possibilities of stumbling upon one are immense. I should be so lucky. It just goes to show that the harder you work the luckier you get. Ha.
Streets of San Francisco are full of life. And hobos. They all seem to have cell phones though. And shopping carts.
Oh, the magic word, shopping. It’s cheaper here than back home. Especially if you only got one card and that one doesn’t work. Maestro isn’t excepted just anywhere and that saved me quite some money so far. I haven’t received so many compliments on how I look or what I wear. Proof of a dishonest society if there ever was one. Feels nice though.
An important revelation of my first days in the Bay Area: anonymity is refreshing.