That’s the view of Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco from my window seat. I’m now sitting in a cafe in the Sunset district drinking Hong Kong-style milk tea. SF is the perfect transition, since I can speak as much or as little Cantonese as I want to. In a few days, I’ll be back in Salt Lake City, where my Cantonese will be put back in the drawer.
And even though there’s much to criticize and complain about here, I’ve got admit that when I went through customs, it felt good to hear the customs agent say “welcome home.”