What a refreshing change from Burkina Faso. And better yet: the World Cup is over! But WTF with ZZ's head butt? SportsIllustrated calls the whole episode "The Bitter End". Duh.
I've actually been a little under the weather (or shall we say divine retribution?) after clynne's visit last week. It was wonderful to see her after 20+ years. We met at Cha Cha Cha's in the Haight and spent the evening, er, processing, our mutually angsty adolescents. Let me just say: all-girls Catholic school. I woke up with tingly runny eyes which progressively worsened as we spent the day together, wandering around Fisherman's Wharf and the Ferry Building. Friday morning I woke up looking like a scared rabbit and was able to get an appointment at UCSF's opthamology clinic, where I was examined by a young resident named Soraya. She seemed pleased when I told her that her name was our first choice if we ever have a daughter. So now the pink eye(s) has finally receded and I'm back to more important matters like shopping and eating and seeing friends rather than huddled under the covers.
Although I'm pretty good about reverse culture shock now I'm still a little disconcerted by seeing so many Filipinos around me. It's not the same as in the Philippines, where the culture shock stems from being recognized as an American by the way I walk and dress. No, here it's just the sheer numbers. I guess in SoCal Fil-Ams are just more dispersed. I wander around San Francisco and there are many many people who look like me but I can't understand them because they all speak Tagalog and I don't since I'm come from an entirely different region. My poor home province of Bohol finally got mentioned in the New York Times as a ecotourism destination:
In the Philippines, Chocolate Hills, Tiny Primates