Tudo Bem, Despite the Code Orange

Have arrived in SFO; typing away at the laptop while waiting for Appa to meet me. (Remember, Kanu, between the United and American check-in; sixth time's the charm:) ) The flight over was fairly good, despite the movie system being out of order. I sat next to a guy who is a wrestler (aspiring) living in Atlanta, but originally from California. He was a nice guy; I enjoyed talking to him, particularly because he's different than the people I normally interact with. The flight attendants tried to liven things up by having a guessing contest about how many combined years of experience they had (178; I guessed 126), which was cute. When we were waiting for our bags, there was an old woman playing Christmas songs on the harmonica, and every now and again we would clap. And, I just got complimented by a passer-by at my ability to type without looking. Seems I was right to be more optimistic about the West Coast.

I forgot how many Asians there are here, though. It's like the culture shock when I started college all over again.