Tag: San Francisco
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San Francisco Crisis
In my memories, San Francisco wasn’t an incredibly glamorous city, but Market Street, connected to Fisherman’s Wharf, was always bustling with people, and Union Square and the piers were forever packed with tourists.
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My Brother Went to the Ballpark Alone the Next Day
Soon, I heard the familiar organ music from baseball games, and the crowd erupted in cheers. It wasn’t pre-recorded; it was a live performance. Even as someone who doesn’t know much about baseball, the electrifying atmosphere made my heart race. But once the game started, my lack of interest in sports made me bored. To…
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San Francisco Scenery
San Francisco is dotted with parks, both big and small. Some are massive, like Golden Gate Park, which is even larger than New York’s Central Park! Regardless of size, these parks are filled with dogs. 🐶
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Lost in San Francisco: Nostalgia, Coffee, and Identity
Never rented a car in my life. Not even in Seoul, let alone here! My friend, jetlagged and sleepy, crashes out, leaving me to figure it out. I scoured the web, confused by the countless rental options.
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Doing Laundry in San Francisco
Everyone confidently offered their ‘home remedies’ based on personal experiences. Most didn’t work, but they lived happily thinking, ‘Oh, I accidentally tagged the card. Well, no big deal.’
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Finding a Home
I still can’t quite imagine what it feels like to leisurely dine out and watch a movie after retirement. But whenever life gets too chaotic, I remember the email from Bob, the landlord, after I signed the lease. It makes me wonder, ‘Do they still dine at Japan Town and catch movies at the Kabuki?’…
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Internet and Coffee
Even at Starbucks, people here spend five minutes detailing their desired recipes—from bean type to water temperature—ensuring they get their perfect cup.
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Sausalito and the Golden Gate Transit Bus
Even finding the bus stop is a challenge since signs are scarce, and when you do find it, the bus takes its sweet time to arrive.
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Arrival
Most flights to the US are large, with more passengers than you’d expect, so once you land, just head straight to immigration without looking back. A bathroom stop might mean despair as you face a line of passengers snaking like a boa.
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Opening Words
That’s how I found myself at the Presidio Park Starbucks at the western edge of San Francisco every weekend, gazing at the Pacific and penning down memories not as a tourist, but as someone living there. This is what I call ‘San Fran Dispatch’.