August 29, 2011
Hace dos semanas tenemos una fiesta surpresa para mi padre. Es muy difícil guardar un secreto de mi padre pero en esta situación se sorprendió. Mi mamá planeó todo meses de anticipación y invitó a nuestra familia y amigos. El hermano de mi padre vino de Nueva Jersey. El cumpleaños fue en un restaurante cerca de un lago artificial en Westlake. En frente es mi sobrino y sobrino Noah y Olivia. Detrás de ellos son mi mamá y papá.
July 25, 2011
Liquor bottles have certainly taken a turn in choice of designs…
July 24, 2011
Cuando volví a San Francisco mi trabajo necesitó enviarme a Nueva York para ayudar a otro grupo. La ultima vez que estuve en Nueva York fue la peor tormenta con nieva y viento. Este viaje hace mucho calor. Pero NY es NY y quiero ver todo la ciudad y hoy voy a visitar Parque Central. Hay muchas mercados de productos locales y cosas hecho a mano. Cuando vuelvo al hotel voy a poner mas fotos que he visto hoy.
July 11, 2011
He pensado porque estoy en San Francisco necesito continuar mi blog pero en Español. Cuando estuve en San Sebastian yo escribía mi blog para mis amigos en EE.UU pero ahora necesito escribir para mis amigos en España. Por esto, voy a sacar fotos de los varios lugares en San Francisco que son representantes de la ciudad. Si tu quieres fotos del algo en particular dime. Mañana sacaré fotos de mi casa y mi barrio. Yo conozco que a veces mi blog no va a tener sentido pero necesito mas practica escribiendo en Español 
Hasta mañana.
June 29, 2011
It’s interesting to see that even here we have older people who tell those stories to the young-ens about when they were our age. I’m sure just like back home children get a dose if it at family dinners but here they get dessert as well. In every bar there seems to be a local (if not a few) that love to tell stories about how when they were our age. My guess is that it has something to do with the wine.
June 25, 2011
BBQs in Spain are a bit different than they are in the states. I guess you could say a good BBQ in the states would be about the same as a normal one here. See, it starts at about 2pm (normal lunch time) where everyone shows up and eats and drinks as we would back home. The only difference is that there doesn’t seem to be an end. After eating we continued on drinking and I tried something new, Patxaran. It’s a bit sweet and tastes a bit like anise but thankfully not as strong. Though I’d like to think there’s an ongoing game of ‘get the foreigner drunk’ I think this much drinking is just normal. So after 5 shots I called it quits. Thankfully it’s not that strong. After a couple hours of chatting with people at the BBQ another round of food came out and boy did it go fast! Things finally started to wind down at around midnight when everyone pitched in and helped clean up before they headed out to a bar in the city. I’ll upload some pics of the people and the food so you can see. Right now though, I’m off to bed…
Update: Ok so after I checked out the wikipedia info for Patxaran I realized it’s not exactly weak. Thankfully the shots we were having were very very small.
June 24, 2011
Nothing personal against Barbara Streisand but I think her name is going to plague my dreams for a few days. See there’s a song, ok a CD, that every bar seems to have and plays on repeat cada noche. Thirteen years ago it was the same thing, just a different CD. Anyway I’m getting off topic. One song in particular has a hook of saying ‘Barbara Streisand’ in a deep male voice and I have no idea why. Es possible que esta frase will plague my dreams tonight.
Sorry if I slipped into writing in Spanish pero yo tengo sueño.
Hasta mañana.
June 23, 2011
This is what life can look like if you live here, blurry. It amazes me that people who live here stay out till 3am on a school night.
P.S. Sorry in advance to my teachers for not doing my homework for tomorrow 
June 22, 2011
Eating pinchos today I forgot that in Spain it’s not expected that you leave a tip. But after accumulating a small mountain of change on my desk at home I really don’t want anymore. So as I paid the bartender for my coffee and pinchos I left the change behind. As I was leaving that’s when I heard the bell ring.
