After Edd cooked everyone breakfast on our second Saturday, we drove into the city to Golden Gate Park.
We walked about three miles to the other end to the San Francisco Botanical Gardens, which is inside the park. It was hosting an event called “Flower Piano”. They place 12 pianos around the park and all visitors are welcome to play. They also have special performances.
We forked up eight dollars for the admission fee but it was a treat. The gardens have been landscaped into different zones like “New Zealand” and “Mediterranean Garden”. Because of the event, pianos could be heard and you had to find out where the music was coming from.
After all of our walking that day, Remy suggested we stop at the fast food joint called In-N-Out. We remember hearing our Californian friends rave about it back in Saudi Arabia. It was a pretty good and pretty cheap and a good end to the day.
Remy had two little cuties at his place when we got there: a sweet Siberian cat named Mishka, and a faintly fragrant ferret named Farrah.
But after the big breakup, Remy would be keeping the cat and his ex wanted the ferret. So on Sunday, the three of us humans, the ferret, as well as various ferret accessories and a big coffee table packed into the van and headed to her apartment.
After dropping off the ferret and the table, what better thing to lighten the mood than shopping! And wasn’t it so convenient that we were near Japantown?
Every city needs a Daiso, and San Francisco has four. It’s a dirt-cheap shop from Japan. You can find the craziest household items there, from chopsticks holders, to laundry bags for pillows, to slippers, to tupperware lid cleaners. I was dying for some storage bins for the van, so Daiso was our next stop.
I had a little frenzy filling the basket with as many totes and Tupperware as possible. We waited in a huge queue and afterwards Remy treated us to a nice Ramen lunch at a nearby restaurant.
Then I convinced the guys to go to a huge food co-op called Rainbow Grocery. An online review said it stocked some 800 bulk goods! Edd and I had a bunch of empty containers that I wanted to refill with soap, lotion, honey, tea and spices. I was excited.
All the bulk goods are sold by weight. So I did what I’ve done before and weighed all of my containers on their scales first, and wrote down the weight of each one, in ounces.
But at the till, the cashier said he couldn’t subtract the weight of the containers because his computer could only ring up “digital measurements”. Lol. Frustrated, I told him that there were 16 ounces in a pound (eg, 4oz=.25 pounds) but we were holding up the line for a few little bottles, so I just paid.
Then Edd told him that the US should just convert to the metric system for once. The cashier said, “Not with the way our country’s going!” Edd replied, “It’s not my country, mate!” That quickly became our chuckly little catchphrase.
Now Remy was out a coffee table, which had been the only table in the apartment now aside from the mosaic one. He gave us the generous go-ahead to pick him up a new coffee table if we saw a good deal.
So Tuesday we went to Habitat for Humanity. We found a big solid wood one with drawers that didn’t look too formal or too cheap. $79! It feels good to find bargains in California.
We also learned how to make new meals! We made pierogis one night, with pasta dough from scratch! Edd cooked us a pasta bake, and finally I craved Korean food and made veg Bibimbap! It was nice to have a big kitchen to get messy.
We also swapped out the cabinet hardware in the van. Before we had had these plastic RV door catches that were beginning to crack and so our cupboards were flapping open while we drove. Now we have brass marine catches! Remy even surprised us and ordered a cordless drill that we could use to install them. We joked that he just didn’t want us to leave!
And before we knew it, another week had passed.