Here are some scenes from my move back to Seattle.
Here’s a boomerang of my stuff, packed in a cube, being forklifted away to an awaiting flatbed. The cube will me me in Seattle a few days from now.
A final look at my Palm Desert apartment. I left the chairs to the handyman, as well as some cleaning supplies.
I turned in my keys; that’s it!
My lovely coworkers and their lovely daughters met me for breakfast. I thought there was only going to be three of us; but it ended up being seven for breakfast! It was a super nice send-off.
I stopped in Rialto to see Ms. Y and her family. They were kind enough to bless my journey.
At a rest stop in Lebec, California. The sun was harsh and bright, so I had to find my light. It was a chilly 90º F so you can see that 90º is now hoodie weather for me.
I took Highway 99 through central California so I could stop in Delano and see where the UFW started. Only I didn’t do much research, except for this website, so I really wasn’t prepared. I took this photo of Filipino Hall and went on my way. Gas station selfie; pitstop in Kingsburg, CA. I need a haircut. I arrived at AG’s house in Elk Grove at around 7:30 pm. AG is a friend from high school; one of the few people I didn’t lose track of. I was shocked to see how much Li’l G has grown! Li’l G, Mrs. G, and Kiki the dog are as charming as ever. They treated me to a cheese pizza and I kept them up with tales of AG’s sordid past. This morning AG made bacon, eggs, and biscuits for breakfast! I was sad to leave at 9am but it I had to be on my way. #AsianSquatBomb in Weed, California, with Mt. Shasta in the background. I stopped at the souvenir shop. I asked the ladies in the souvenir shop where to have lunch, they told me the diner. I asked about the Asian American BBQ across the street; they recommended the ribs. I asked if it was Asian as in, there’s rice and vegetables, and made other filipinadas, but in the end decided to go to Dos Amigos, because I wanted Mexican food.
The second I walked into Dos Amigos I could sense there was something wrong; the place looked way way too stereotypey, and the salsa was from a jar; I did not hear rancheras in the kitchen. The woman who seated me seemed Asian. I heard the waitress speak to other customers: FILIPINAS. We find each other instinctively. I ordered a chile relleno, which was delicious. They were nice. Afterward I told them “salamat po” and the auntie called me “hijo.”
My next stop after weed was Ashland, and I got a taste of the lithia water.
Finally, I made it to Eugene. I went into the hotel; the kid at reception had one eyebrow drawn and was on the phone. Finally she got off the phone and determined that my reservation was at a different hotel.
So I got to the correct hotel and this is the key card they gave me. They could have taken a little more care in writing my name. It’s the name of my family, my grandparents, my great grandparents…
My room… I probably spent too much money on this hotel room. I don’t regret it. For dinner I just went to the closest Chinese restaurant. It was strange in that a huge part of the dining room was fountain. It was directly across the street from the basketball stadium. The kitchen staff was eating dinner, it was 7:30pm. The menu was all individual plates. There were no chopsticks to be seen.
I ordered 川味炸蝦 “Hu Nan Shrimp.” It was zero kinds of authentic but I’m on a road trip so I ate it with the chopsticks that I asked for. The kid serving me seemed to have a white mud mask on. No idea what that was about. After this meal I drove a little farther down the same street, and saw some more authentic looking Sichuan restaurants, as well as an Indian restuarant and all kinds of other food. There’s really good lighting inside my hotel bathroom, so I took a selfie in there with portrait mode.
Tomorrow is the last leg of my #YellowBrickRoadtrip. I might have to face my fears and get gas in Oregon. Tomorrow I’ll be back in Seattle.
UPDATE: Some kid outside my hotel room window is screaming for his ladyfriend Alyssa to come back! Babe, I’m sorry, come back, Alyssa where are you! Alyssa! He’s screaming his head off; it’s echoing in the parking garage. Am I in a Tennessee Williams play?