Lady Hiva arrived in DC from Hawaii late Sunday night and we spent the next 12 hours finishing the packing, cleaning and goodbyes because we were off on our new adventure Monday 5pm! I had to work so Hiva did most of the errands, picked me up and we were off to the airport. First Stop--San Francisco.
After all the rush to get to the airport--you know how it is, there is never enough time, too many things to fit into an already heavy suitcase, traffic is horrible (and I missed the exit so we had to detour), and even though you just showered all the exertion made you sweaty and gross BEFORE you even get on the plane!--we sat delayed for two hours because of the tornadoes in the Midwest.
Madre and Kell were waiting for us in San Fran when we landed. It was so good to see them. They came to say goodbye one last time before we skipped the country! Luckily they only brought two small carry-on bags because Lady and I had enough bags they had to order a SPECIAL large taxi to get us into the city!
I worked in the morning so I left early, 7am, to make sure I was not late. San Francisco has a clean, Downtown Manhattan feel to it. Although, I found people to be more open and friendly than they usually are in NYC. Work ended up only being a literally a few blocks away--I have to qualify that it was literal because Lady Hiva, Madre, and Mel all tell me that when I say "It is only a few blocks away" it is 'relative' ha! I decided to eat some breakfast at Subway. As I walked in I smiled and nodded to the Homeless man sitting at a table off to the side. It is amazing how much your mind can process in a split second, because I noticed his dark slacks, ill fitting, old and worn around the knees and ankles. His brown sweater that was well used and a black knit cap. He mumbled something unintelligible and I continued on my way. The Subway worker was Filipino so I was able to practice my Tagalog a little bit. It was a calm and beautiful morning so I ate out on the European style metal tables in from of the store. I was about half way through my sandwich when the Homeless man I saw before walked by me, through a Five dollar bill on the table next to me and said, "Here you go."" and walked off!
I was processing what happened with shock so before I realized that a Homeless man just gave ME $5 he was long gone. My mind raced to figure out what just happened. 'Did I look like I needed it?' I was wearing a suit so my clothes could not be it--although I was wearing the only shirt and tie I could find in the suitcases and Lady told me, very lovingly, that they did not match. So maybe he thought I was fashion disabled. Or maybe I was ravenously scarfing my food down he thought I was in need of more. Madre and Lady both tell me to slow down when I eat. Then my thoughts turned more dark...maybe it is drug money and he is trying to frame me or get rid of it; or it might have some communicable disease he is trying to spread; or he was paying me for a service he thought I offer...YIKES! I stopped thinking about it there and took it inside laid it on the tip jar for the nice Filipino worker.
Madre and Kell left--such a short holiday with us, but we were both so thankful they came. It was nice to have a few hugs before we go! Tomorrow we are off to Hong Kong!