First thoughts on SF

I stepped out of SFO airport into a crisp evening and thought "THIS is why I came out here." A 15-minute Super Shuttle ride, and I was at my home for the next 3 months. I'll be living with a guy who works from home - nice guy from the Bay Area. I walked in and the place smelled like a taqueria. I thought, "this can't be happening - it even smells like Mexico/my favorite food." Turns out it was just the microwavable burrito that Mark had for dinner.

I'm living in a neighborhood called The Mission, and it's obvious to me that this is where I belong. The Mission (or from what I can tell after walking a few blocks tonight) is kind of like Adams Morgan in that it has a cool cultural vibe - within a couple blocks of me are indie bookstores, bike shops, taquerias, dive bars, foodie bars... you get the idea. Then there's the Mexico part. I thought that walking down Columbia in Adams Morgan was like stepping into El Salvador (and it kind of is), but walking down the street in the Mission is even more like a foreign country (Mexico, to be exact).

I haven't been as excited about a neighborhood in a long time - everything about this place fits with me. Here's what I had for dinner tonight. Many more tacos to come.