My mom had lost connection with some of her side relatives for 19 years shortly after they immigranted to the States. A few weeks before our trip to the West Coast, my mom mailed a letter to SF where the families were immigrant to. She wrote down two mail addresses of which were given to her by her relatives at that time.
We didn’t think it would work. Surprisingly, a week later, our phone rang, it was my mom’s relative! One of the mail adresses is valid.
So, we finally got chance to meet those relatives again.. after 19 years, in the States. Does this story sound weird to you?
PS: I did a sketch design from a photo Alan took. My mom and dad are the ones standing on the back.
A couple of street photos took on our way walking from our hotel to Chinatown…
Washington Square Park in North Beach, nearby is the famous Saints Peter and Paul Church.
Cross the street, a bike rental shop.
In a restaurant in Chinatown, I ordered one of my favorite Cantonese dishes… Dried salty fish and bean curd stew in a clay pot. It’s my meal tonight, Alan didn’t have any interests to share this dish with me.
I discovered this Cantonese cuisine in 2003 when I went to Guangzhou, China. Since then, I fell in love with it’s unique taste.
Pictured this one in Chinatown. I noticed lots of commercial trucks in SF have been painted. But this one definitely was the winner!