My home for the next 3 months

Today I moved into my new home. It’s a shared room in a student dorm, right in the center of San Francisco. It has everything I wanted (like a bed and a private bathroom) and some things I didn’t need, but don’t mind having (like TV, XBox in the lobby and weekly cleaning service). I’ve also went on a walk around the neighborhood. Looks like it’s going to be a Continue…

Meet Papaya

And I don’t mean the fruit. Papaya is my new San Francisco bike. I’ll summarize all the technical characteristics with “It goes up and down mountains”. Until its first outdoor adventure, it carries me up city hills, to views like these:

Why is the best food found in the fishiest-looking restaurants?

And I’m mostly thinking about Chinese restaurants. Maybe I’m subjective. Maybe I’m just attracted by cheap food made by a cook that doesn’t speak English, served in a shady place, with a hand written menu. I still don’t get why Americans don’t include all taxes in the prices: “How much is that?” “$6.50” “I’ll have one” “$7.07, please” (“.. but… didn’t you just..?”)