NYC Declared “Loud and Yellow”, Whereas SF is “Chill and Foggy”

“It is happening,” Laura has taken to saying as we ramble slowly through the easygoing lanes of San Francisco and the greater Bay Area. By “happening”, she means that we are becoming enamored of the luxurious politesse and elevated bakery standards of this place. The organic produce is more organic than organic. The cars drive themselves, slowly. Nobody honks. Kina, too “is happening”, claiming that the ever-present and cooling fog of the Outer Sunset is preferable to the beating sun and frenetic energy of New York.

I have joked to Laurea that every trip we make to the Bay Area has three acts:

Act I: The Visitors Laugh and Roll Their Eyes

Act II: The Visitors Are Tempted

Act III: A Local Yells at the Visitors for Some Slight, Unperceived by the Visitors

So far, we have reached only Act II, having not offended anybody by speaking too loudly or honking our horn.

In the meantime, Kina is firmly set in Act II, enjoying the gentle mists and copious free time of San Francisco, and thinking back skeptically on the “beating, beating sun” of her hometown. We still have a few days here, and she hopes to spend all of them bathed in fog and eating ice cream.

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