When I travel home, my world comes to a grinding halt. But somehow, time still accelerates and the SF Bay Area becomes the center of the universe. Days fill with jetting around San Francisco, shopping at Stanford, and visits to Whole Foods, where I ooh and ahh over the granola aisle (it really is impressive how many different types of granola exist). I also don’t like to waste my “meal capital” on just any plate of grub. Every meal serves as an opportunity to either eat my favorite Bay Area cuisine – like Vietnamese spring rolls or good sushi – or to try fun new restaurants in the city, which crop up like gourmet weeds in a driveway every time I’m away.
Whirling around in my time vacuum, I somehow manage to escape to make critical visits to see my grandmother in Folsom, or meet up with my dad, like this time, for a few holes of horribly played golf (by me) in California’s Gold Country. Time stops, but flashes forward, and the whole thing ends up feeling like a blurry dream.
Now I’m sitting on a plane headed to Albuquerque to visit my high school best friend. Yeah, Albuquerque, New Mexico – because that totally doesn’t confuse my brain, which is already struggling to adjust to my brief stint back in the US. In what will surely feel like just a few minutes, I’ll be back in Spain, sucking down a plate of jamón, half-wishing it were sushi. Then I will order my two-euro glass of amazing wine, and everything will be right in the world again.
Until then, and until I can mentally process what day it is and where I am, I thought I’d share a couple of pictures I’ve taken on the trip. I hope everyone’s new year is off to a good start!