I ate out at restaurants countless times this week, with coworkers and ex-coworkers.
A noodle shop in downtown Mountain View offers black-sesame ramen. For two foods I've never seen together in a single bowl, it actually works okay.
Burritos in the park with coworkers, under sunshine and cherry blossoms.
"Little Fat Sheep" hot pot. Half spicy, half non.
S.Z. tossing chunks of pig's blood into the pot.
Pleased hot-pot consumers.
The sweet Cecilia is moving to Brazil next week. We managed to hang out a number of times this past year, despite the fact that she loves to go drink beer and I can't stand the taste, that she works 7 to 5 and I'm shifted by at least three hours, that she enjoys dive bars and I avoid them, with their bikers jostling me and water dripping on me from ventilation pipes overhead.
Now she will go brush up her Portuguese and perhaps work as a recruiting coordinator at Google Brazil.
The sushi restaurant where we had lunch borders on the San Francisco Bay. We took a walk afterwards along the beach.
I always remark how beautiful she is, and she pushes it off. She's very sweet. Angelic, one could say.