We’re back in the states and experiencing less culture shock than anticipated. We arrived in San Francisco where we’ll spend a few weeks with the lovely Leah Wolfe (Nate’s sister, my good friend, and our match maker) who’s big smile and palpable energy greeted us at the airport. To our surprise, as we exited the terminal, a hula-hooping trombone player, a dancer with a horn and a cowgirl waving a map of the world as a flag, began dancing and playing, I don’t even know what, something American. We stood in amazement as they finished their performance, yelled “Welcome to America!!” and walked away.
“You’ve never seen everything,” noted the security guard as we met the red-white-and-blue-clad crew and thanked them for their spirit. A big thanks to Leah, who’s vast spectrum of friends includes girls attending circus school who will travel out to the airport to put on the smallest of shows. Talk about the most amazing welcome home ever.
Before leaving SFO, we picked up our friend Phil, who flew in from Salt Lake City — the four of us will be camping and exploring various places down Highway 1 this week. Before we settle down and get jobs Nate and I will be doing a bit of adventuring in the states, so stay tuned to the blog for a bit of Americana travel writing and photos.