Here and There
Pi Day
Pi Day
March 14, 2015
Just when I am starting to think I live here, they want me to pack up all my things and get off the ship. Nobody said life was fair.
Here's some mood music to set the tone for the next part of my story.
It's a beautiful day in San Francisco and the Embarcadero is humming with activity. Pier 27 is like an anthill with the old passengers getting off and the new ones lining up to get on in an hour or two.
As we ride off in our SuperShuttle we see cyclists in the dedicated bike lane, families at the Exploratorium, joggers, tourists in pedicabs, taxis, people walking dogs, people pushing baby strollers, and a crowd in that little park over there . . . What IS that? . . . No way! OMG!
Our Russian driver confirms it: "Over there, is nudists."
There must be 15 or 20 of them. I think one of them was riding a bicycle. I think one, maybe two, are women, and the rest are not. I don't know whether this is a special treat for St. Patrick's Day, or whether it happens every Saturday. And I don't want to know.
We got to the airport without any further distractions and eventually boarded one of those planes with the smiling Eskimo on the tail. Right next to us is a plane with the Eskimo, but he is wearing a lei. Maybe I should be on that plane.
Our Russian driver confirms it: "Over there, is nudists."
There must be 15 or 20 of them. I think one of them was riding a bicycle. I think one, maybe two, are women, and the rest are not. I don't know whether this is a special treat for St. Patrick's Day, or whether it happens every Saturday. And I don't want to know.
We got to the airport without any further distractions and eventually boarded one of those planes with the smiling Eskimo on the tail. Right next to us is a plane with the Eskimo, but he is wearing a lei. Maybe I should be on that plane.
I said "Hola" to Mexico and "Aloha" to Hawaii, and tonight I will say "Camai" to Alaska.
Camai is Yupik for Hello and is pronounced chuh-MĪ (long i).