And Traveling the World
After 7 days in San Francisco visiting family eating everything in sight, I took my moveable feast to New York City to visit my cousin in Brooklyn. She and I went to college together but haven’t seen much of each other since, so I thought it would be fun to spend a weekend in Brooklyn on my way home.
Every six months I find an excuse to travel back to San Francisco. Sometimes the excuse is work, sometimes it’s family or friends, sometimes it’s holidays, and sometimes it’s something that brings together any number of those elements. Which is why I just spent 7 days in San Francisco.
It’s Semana Santa in Sevilla. The city is packed and the narrow streets are full of processions. Dressed in long robes and colorful pointed hats, the local brotherhoods are bringing elaborate floats to the cathedral, some of them walking miles in bare feet just to get there.
Arriving in Oman you get the feeling you’ve just landed in the country of Disneyland. Every building is shiny and new, every car is less than five years old, and every highway is flanked by decorative street lamps just like those on Main Street in the Magic Kingdom. Only this kingdom—er, sultanate—is real. I have 5 days in Oman and I can’t wait to see if the Disney feeling is only skin deep.
