Leaving for Los Angeles

All good things come to an end. It was time to say goodbye to Fremont and left for Los Angeles.

This itinerary was not due to the purpose of broaden our horizon only, but also to visit some old friends that we haven’t seen for ages.

Who we were going to meet in Los Angeles are grandpa Liang and grandma Liang. They are not our blood relatives, but since they had been our neighbor for more than ten years, and raised my family (including my mom, my dad, my younger sister and me) as if we were their own children and grand children, we admired and respect them as if they were our real grandparents.

 

The Liang family had immigrate to the USA sine their son in law is an American citizen. It had been five years since grandpa Liang and grandma Liang moved to the USA. I overcame a sentimental time since we had so many memories in common. They were as if our baby sitters for free. Grandma Liang cooks well, and she always brought over some handmade desserts. My sister and I were sweet teeth, and I think that’s part of the reason why we loved her so much.

To be continued…

Visiting Josephine

After we came back from San Francisco, it was about time to pick up Josephine, uncle Pan’s daughter. She was doing her practical training at a designing department. We planned to travel several national parks together.  

Josephine and I met 14 years ago. She was seven and I was six, just graduated from kindergarten. In those days, I still didn’t know what internet and cell phone was, so there was no way to keep in touch with friends.

I vaguely remembered that Josephine was a sanguine and swarthy girl, but her appearance has faded from my memory. I was looking forward to see her. It was strange because I thought people who haven’t met each other would probably become strangers. After all, our lives were of widely divergent and partitioned off by distance and time.

The drive from Fremont to UC Davis was about three hours, and we met her in her dorm. I was so amazed to find that dorms in America were so different from those in Taiwan. The dorms were many two stories houses. Each dweller had a room of their own, and they shared rest of the public places, such as bathroom, kitchen, and living room. Roommates were just like families, they cooked and cleaned up together.

Josephine hasn’t changed much, still ardent and kind, so we acquainted with each other very soon. The familiarity made me feel like reviewing a subject that I have prepared for a long time, or a cow chewing the cud.

Browsing Through San Francisco-2

    Uncle Philip dropped us down at a main square near an avenue, and we walked around and vibrated with the vitality of the city. I saw many boutiques just on the wayside, and the architecture and showcases were elaborately designed. A scent of modern pervaded the atmosphere of the whole area.

    Although I had only a nibble of San Franco, I felt myself like a small insect dipped into maple syrup, reluctant to leave. There was still a lot that I haven’t experienced. It was a pity, but the defect couldn’t obscure the virtues. The browse hit the mark of the main point and was ineradicable.