We’ve been back in the US for about a month now, but we haven’t spent much time at home in San Francisco. In two and a half weeks, we visited Colorado, Utah, Tennessee and Texas (twice!) to catch up with family, many whom we hadn’t seen in over a year. In between delicious, home-cooked meals and long, often hilarious story exchanges, we enjoyed some of our favorite summer activities. We hiked, camped and swam, and we also tried a few new sports, including fly fishing and wake surfing. (Turns out, I, Kristin, am terrible at both!)
Now, we’re finally home for good, readjusting to “normal” life. It’s a major transition, switching from the unpredictable excitement of life on the road to the routines of work and household chores. I confess, I’m feeling very nostalgic for our trip, and I joke I’m experiencing post-travel depression.
But we’re trying to keep our adventure alive. We’ve decorated our house with the goodies we purchased throughout our journey — silk pillowcases from Cambodia, a hand-made Japanese knife, a Turkish carpet from Istanbul — and we’re enjoying the memories that each one brings.
Tonight, I plan to make a seafood dish from a recipe we learned at a cooking class in Sydney. (Although we made it with crab as pictured below, it’s not crab season here, so I’m experimenting with whole prawns.)
I went to a Vietnamese grocery store in our neighborhood to get ingredients, wandering through a maze of aisles offering everything from kaffir leaves and lemongrass to a whole pig’s head. You may think this is strange, but seeing that head — ears and all — made me feel a little better about being home. It reminded me of all the places I’d seen other disembodied Porkies on display in the past year (the poor guy below was hanging out in the heat of the Cambodian jungle), and I felt a little like I was back on the road again.
Yesterday, I wandered by a Latin band performing an informal concert in the middle of downtown. Office workers milled about, some even breaking into spontaneous salsa dancing on the sidewalk. While it may not have matched the raucous energy of the weekend street festivals we saw in Buenos Aires, it made me smile and reminded me how lucky I am to live in San Francisco.
We’ll continue to explore our hometown with fresh perspective. Though you wouldn’t know it from our lack of writing lately, we do plan to keep this blog alive. We have many more stories to share from our trip, so stay tuned.