
Only in San Francisco
By: Juan
There I was again, walking the crazy streets of San Francisco in the middle of the night. In just a 40 minute walk I saw a guy threatening to sue a bus (not the bus company, the actual bus), a guy in a parrot suit hugging people in the street and a guy with an actual parrot on his shoulder. A merry band of zombies celebrating that two of them had gotten married and a street drummer whose drumsticks were on fire (that one was actually pretty cool).
I guess that the point I’m trying to make (I’m not even sure there’s a point to all of this) is that this city has never stopped surprising me. I have been here for over nine months and I’m still surprised by all the things I see on a daily basis. San Francisco is one of those cities that can’t be defined; you have to experience it by yourself, everyone sees the city in a different way.
Trying to describe what makes this city special would be like trying to explain how the color red looks like to a blind person. More than a city, San Francisco is an experience. The people that live here are not bound by social conventions; they can be or do whatever they want. It doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from, you can always be yourself here.
You know how people always tell you that you should never judge a person by first impressions? I think the same is true of cities. The more time I spent here the more convinced I am that I will never be able to figure out this city and the people that live in it. And that’s the reason why I love San Francisco.