I got no words to describe this country… … …
… … ok … … that was just a way of saying.

San Francisco is a huge and wonderful city.
It’s bridges, the ocean, the west coast.
I’m displeased I have not time to visit it now, but I will in less than four days.

People here is different, you can smell it.
They cross my stare without having fear of a match. Without any trace of embarrassment.
They’re proud of their country, and the feeling (looking it) is that they do well to do so.

Everyone is so polite, when I spoke with them, they always said me “you’re welcome”.
That makes you feel home.

Everyone here have so much experience to share…
… and I have much to absorb.

Finding the way to my sister’s house, (the bus that will take me from the Los Angeles airport to Mill Valley), I known a special person.

I have always had a good feeling with people… so once again that was not an accident.
She was looking at me, without looking at me. Her mask was not fitting well, so I did my work and removed it completely.

The conversation that I made with her from LA to Mill Valley was so interesting, and helped me to fix and reorder some concepts about american people, their lifestyle, and approach to religiousness.
When we arrived, she gived me a lift to my sister’s house.

My only regret is that I can’t give a name to this beautiful person, cause I don’t know or remember it.
Maybe after 20 hours of travel I missed some word… but she got my email and blog address.
So, why don’t you write me?

My sister’s house is beautiful… but once again, I don’t have time to see it.
Tomorrow we’re going to Los Angeles, I still have to write and arrange my notes about this very long day.
Also, after so much glow and deep arguments, this Icy arrival gave me the creeps.
Unfortunately I found a small part of my house’s mood here.
But It’s ok, if things are going to change, this is the right moment and the right place.

I’ll dedicate myself to the house, when I’ll have the time to do it.
Probably, that will happen in 4 days when we’re coming back from Los Angeles.

One Response to “California, here I come”

  1. Imizael Says:

    La cosa per me molto interessante è che anche Gareth è stato in quelle zone proprio quest’anno, e leggere i tuoi racconti dopo aver ascoltato i suoi mi fa collimare alcuni piccoli pezzettini del puzzle americano, per cercare di farmi un’idea mia di questi posti..chissà se li vedrò mai dal vero?

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