california - day one
The sun came out for a bit, when I drove René to class. I can also say that the whole fog-peeking-between-mountains thing is nice. It's quite picturesque out here. I'm pissed that I didn't remember my camera for the drive.
The downside - people move with no sense of purpose. They seem completely lackadaisical about they way that they walk and drive. Nobody really seems to speed, which is just alien to me. When they walk around, it's like they've got nowhere to go and all of the time in the world to get there. I'm so confused by this.
Nobody speaks terribly loudly or quickly. I stopped at a little restaurant in St. Helena to get breakfast. The food was incredible. I had corned beef hash, made completely from scratch. Very tasty. The odd thing was not feeling like the waitress needed me to move more quickly, so that more customers could be seated. I suppose that I'm so used to diners that I don't know what to do when I get breakfast food anywhere else.
The pace is hella slow. I just don't understand how people live like this. It would drive me insane if I was to be here for more than a week.
Dinner tonight should be good, though. We're going to a place called the French Laundry. It's supposed to be the best restaurant in the country, so I'm guessing that I'll be happy about that. The menu looks pretty crazy (in a good way), so I'm pretty stoked.
Im not sure if it's the environment here, or if I just can't handle the whole vacation thing. I know I need a vacation, but I just don't know if I'll be able to cope. Two weeks of not being at work is an awfully long time. I have a feeling that I'll want to go back before that. This is kind of sad.
More to come later on the slow craziness that is NoCal.
The downside - people move with no sense of purpose. They seem completely lackadaisical about they way that they walk and drive. Nobody really seems to speed, which is just alien to me. When they walk around, it's like they've got nowhere to go and all of the time in the world to get there. I'm so confused by this.
Nobody speaks terribly loudly or quickly. I stopped at a little restaurant in St. Helena to get breakfast. The food was incredible. I had corned beef hash, made completely from scratch. Very tasty. The odd thing was not feeling like the waitress needed me to move more quickly, so that more customers could be seated. I suppose that I'm so used to diners that I don't know what to do when I get breakfast food anywhere else.
The pace is hella slow. I just don't understand how people live like this. It would drive me insane if I was to be here for more than a week.
Dinner tonight should be good, though. We're going to a place called the French Laundry. It's supposed to be the best restaurant in the country, so I'm guessing that I'll be happy about that. The menu looks pretty crazy (in a good way), so I'm pretty stoked.
Im not sure if it's the environment here, or if I just can't handle the whole vacation thing. I know I need a vacation, but I just don't know if I'll be able to cope. Two weeks of not being at work is an awfully long time. I have a feeling that I'll want to go back before that. This is kind of sad.
More to come later on the slow craziness that is NoCal.