Much love spinning around in my heart in the absence of the people I departed from in 'bama. Things are a bit different on the road, err in the west, but more importantly in the city. Man in band plays two trumpets, yes both at the same time. Graffitied bathroom sports graphic details of homosexual safe sex thought-provoking advice. Eclectic styles speak for themselves and judgmental habits cease. My first few days in California were spent at the Chinese Christian Church Music Institute for Worship at Divinity College in San Rafael, were I was more than obviously the minority. It was beautiful. We visited and performed at many a Chinese church, one in Chinatown at the Salvation Army. I correct mysef, I was an observer, not a performer, but importantly a supporter. Now the days are spent in the triangle room downtown San Fran where I understand paying for the extra * means everything. We have a bed. Literally. And nothing else. Not even walking space. It's $ 20 a pop per head with 2 in the modest bed and 2 on the dangerously unkept floor. "they" call it a hotel but it is in full fledge a hostel. The bathroom is down the hall, or the toilet perhaps, because it lacks a sink and a shower. Before San Fran days well spent in NC, SC, and much in the undertermined cities in the airport. I've met the most intriguing people. Shouts out to Mr. Encouragement on the plane to Raleigh who filled my head with spiritual lessons and life lessons. Who continued to feed my soul with a confidence that Providence rules all timing. Again, man chooses his path but the Lord directs his steps. Props to Orilly Kelly for loving life and comforting me on a day of no absolutes as I wondered a bit frustrated and confused through downtown, alone. Props to the Jewish flirt whose company made my day and whose brash yet complimenting sense of humor kept me on my toes. Props to my girls in NC for good memories, and cousins who dished out the continuous love.
I'm learning to write in different styles as friends and I share techniques. I'm learning to be silent and absorb "sits" or situational moments. I'm learning to listen. I'm learning to navigate with a tiny map missing certain streets. I'm learning to love strangers, dirty and all. I'm discovering new books, new thoughts, new turkish coffees, new music, new people.
One cannot discover a new land without loosing site of the shore.
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I was in San Francisco once at International Hosteling's City Centre location. $25 a night, but it was really a great deal. Clean, private bathroom with sink and shower included. But yours must be the more exciting experience. Adaptability is half the fun of traveling.
Advice on the MUNI: Ask for a transfer and you can use it all day long. Saves tonnes of money. They say "void after one hour" but no one ever looks. And if they do, you're just a country bourn tourist. Simple*
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