I’m completely exhausted. I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without blogging. It’s not like me, but in the past 3 weeks I’ve been home about 3 minutes – so I am going to try and update you about my California vacation bit by bit. (Randomly and with many typos.) Not that you care, Internet People, but it’s my blog and this was the best vacation of my life.
San Francisco, I love you. Yes, I do. We were in San Francisco for the equivalent of the blink on an eye, but it’s beauty and blatantly open liberalness sings to me unlike any other city – and if it weren’t for my fear of massive earthquakes and collapsing bridges, I might live there.
I love practically everything about San Francisco – the cafes, the galleries, and the rows of shotgun style houses. I love the crucial part that the Asian culture, and many others, plays on San Francisco’s heritage. It’s like traveling the world just going around the block. The finality and beauty of a city that physically has nowhere else to grow is appealing to me. Although, the traffic that accompanies that is not so much to love.
But the unrivaled diversity is the thing I love most about San Francisco. Walking down the street and witnessing a gay and lesbian community fit in among the masses is so liberating. This is what community is supposed to be like and it’s unfortunate that Bush, AKA: World’s Worst President, in his greedy quest to rule the world turned his back on humanity and bashed in the skull of acceptance preventing the world from moving forward. (Okay, so that may not be entirely true, and I’m thinking that might be a run-on sentence, but it’s my blog and I’m going to say it anyway.) Everyone should visit San Francisco to get a crash course in gay culture.
Next stop, the Bardessono – greenest hotel in America and worth it’s own post.