Feels like 50 degrees and foggy as hell. I’ve flown 7,880 miles from San Francisco to the San Franciso-iest other city in the world.
There are a lot of good reasons for me to be in BA: a burgeoning tech/startup scene, cheap cost of living for a metropolis, happy cows and good grapes, a pretty girl, tango lessons I’ve never had. I loved the routine of San Francisco: morning yoga, coding in the mecca of startups, Blue Bottle coffee, rock climbing the afternoon, hiking and fish tacos with friends on the weekends, but I’m not ready for a routine right now.
I’m staying in the Art Factory in San Telmo neighborhood which is, in addition to a hostel, a pretty thumping bar/event space. 24hrs in a plane or airport lounge and I was in quite a daze last night, at 3am I wandered into the hall in boxers with a toothbrush into a still throbbing crowd and some sort of avant-garde four-piece set down the hall. I love that sort of semi-surreal moment you get only with the right cocktail of jetlag, free Malbec on the flight and a foreign place. Shake vigorously, smile to yourself and push your way to the bathroom.
A run along the foggy waterside followed by a steak and glass of vino tinto de la casa and I’m back with the living.
I’m here until I feel like not being here, which is a really good feeling I’m getting used to… or until I feel like skiing. If you work in energy or tech or anything else awesome in BA, I’d love to meet up.
All the best,