Leaving San Diego

I assume it's not healthy for me
to linger over the memories of San Diego.

So, I'm wrapping it up.

Now that I'm back in Geneva,
a meal like this that cost less than $10 seems like a dream.
Lunch at Tajima.

An improbable dream.

Ahh, and the mexican food thatI love so much...

Chicken enchiladas.
I don't usually enjoy eating refried beans,
but at my favorite Mexican restaurant Ponce's, I love them.

My dearest friends...
The beautiful sunsets...
The weather...

I miss them all.

It was very emotional leaving San Diego.
For the second time.
I kept crying on the airplane, which was totally embarrassing.

My trip in the U.S. wasn't quite over.
Actually, this was just a half of it.
But this concludes the San Diego chapter.

As I am writing this, the snow is falling outside.
Cars parked on the street are getting white icing on top.

At least, I love snow.
It purifies the unsightly streets and keeps alcoholics out of sight...