The SF Bay Area - first impressions
Well, the flight is familiar torture. The plane leaves just before midnight, after a full day of packing. Check-in, passport control, security, gate, take your seat, buckle up, what would you like to drink, chicken or beef, feature movie, try to sleep, try to read, try to watch the movie, try to make conversation, belt sign, buckle up, final descent, seat upright, flaps, touchdown, reverse thrusters, taxi, deplane, wait 3 hours in a sleepy airport, repeat, but this time in English.
I arrived at SFO around 10am PST, which is a total of 22 hours from the time I entered TLV. It took me way too much to rent a car though, so I left SFO around noon.
Now this is going to be weird. It all feels very familiar.
I have been to Los Angeles for a considerable time, and it feels like LA here. The weather is perceptibly colder, but it is the same California, the same kind of people, the same cars, the same buildings, the same chain stores. It feels like one of the many other business trips I’ve made to LA. I don’t feel “at home” but I do feel “at ease”.
