Alive and kicking
Second week in San Francisco. B. is now on his way back to Montreal and I’m sticking around for another week, with more friends to see and more memories to shake. It’s funny how this city inspires me – I feel like I have a lot more « history » here than I do in Montreal – yet I feel completely uninspired to blog.
I’ve noticed that I hardly write when I am out of town, even though the idea of the itinerant blog is very seductive to me. It could be because I don’t have a laptop and always end up on different computers with layouts I’m not used to (grrrr… I can’t find anything on a Mac, for example, and Blogger is looking really funny on this browser, with only the basic functions left.). I think I need a certain level of familiarity with my surroundings to feel inspired to write. Blogging has become part of my daily routine and when that routine is shaken, my whole « rapport » with the blogosphere is changed as well. I guess it would be different if I was travelling for 6 months but when I’m on the road for 10 days or so, I experience things in a more immediate and urgent way which leaves very little time left at the end of the day to reflect back on what I see and feel.
Still. I could tell you that seeing my friends again has been wonderful and heart-warming, and hanging out with the two year-old daughter of my best buddy has been a fabulous experience. I could describe to you how interesting it was for me to take B. around my old favorite spots in and out of town and share with him a part of my life he had heard a lot about but didn’t get to really understand until he came here. I could tell you about the crazy bossy cat who lives in the house I’m staying in and who has the biggest but funniest attitude of all the cats I know (I have a scratched arm to prove it). I could talk at length about the micro-climates here, about the cold fog that enters all the houses and makes you hide under 3 layers of blankets. I could go on about the drive we took to a little-known part of the wine country and the beautiful bed and breakfast we stayed at, with a deck and a hot tub overlooking the Russian River jumping into the sea.
I could do that. Or I could go out right now and enjoy the rest of the cool sunny day ;-)
