I am now the lone rider once again - I have returned the beast! The drive down to Portola Valley was relatively quick and the last car adventure to make. It took me into San Francisco briefly. What a beautiful city - the buildings are all cream, yellow, shell pink - so full of light and seashore personality. Karen and I had a nice catch up conversation in their (gorgeous!) home before heading back into the city. Time to really get to know the housemate... what better way than meeting up for beers and garlic naan at PUB (Yes, Pub. Not A pub. Just a bar called Pub...)!
Not even ten hours later...
My first real stroll through the streets of Berkeley welcomed me in a gracious fashion, by quite literally rolling out the red carpet. As I entered the downtown area, already loving the vibe, I noticed a large crowd of people around the public transportation-station (The Bay Area Rapid Transit - BART! Haha, it has a person name. Oh I love this place.) so I wandered over to find out what the excitement was all about. This group of rowdy hooligans had placed red carpet at the entrance/exit to the station and were applauding/whistling/cheering every time a person came or went. How hilariously fantastic. The look on the unsuspectingly famous "randoms" was priceless. This to be followed by yet another bonding evening: new friend Liz, Jacqueline, and I made dinner and spent an entire evening in gossipy, giggly girl bliss. (To be immediately followed by introductions to THE SPIDER. There is basically a mouse with eight legs living on the lightbulb directly outside the apartment door. We have yet to make friends. Really anticipating this one to not end well for either of us).
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