Walking on Irving Street in the Sunset neighborhood reminds me of the Orient. The many eateries present an array of cuisines from Japanese to Palestinian to Eritrean. From one door to the other, the smell of curry turns into teriyaki turns into sweet cakes. In front of a “bubble tea” shop people are waiting in line on the sidewalk.
My friend Vern and I take a long walk after a dinner of ramen and sashimi. We poke our heads into each restaurant that we pass and study the menu. He will be sailing from Hawaii to Easter Island on a fishing boat and won’t be seeing land for a long time (won’t be eating much except fish for a long time).
“What would you do if you knew you won’t be back for a long time?”
“I’d be eating like there’s no tomorrow.”
And that’s what he plans to do!
Photo by Deanne Fitzmaurice.
