is the sabbath on saturday?

sundays are freaking wonderful for me - they're my one full day off during the week. i always turn off my phone, and wander until my heart's content. back to traveling mode. why does that mess bring such a strange and wonderful happiness to me?

i woke up at about 8 am yesterday and literally jumped out of bed when i saw how lovely it was outside. JUMPED. piled on clothes and bolted out the door for exploration. (photo of the bed i leapt out of, including a bit of my room. oh how spacious):

1. wrote a letter to mario. yeeeeees.
2. found 'grace cathedral hill'
3. saw 'jesus is magic' with old, not-creepy housemate, eric, who is lovely.
4. wandered through the not-touristy parts of chinatown. at one point, my brain involuntarily jumped to calculate-the-exchange-rate-what-does-this-mean-in-us-dollars mode. i did NOT feel like i was in the u.s. for about 15 minutes. (the walk to chinatown. note the pagoda):

(the orange bits on the bottom right are boiled turtles with some sort of sea creature stuffed inside):

5. chanced upon a FREE art gallery with picasso, warhol and chagall. (free?!!)
6. listened to a lady singing opera (and beautifully) along a street downtown. we chatted afterward and she's my new hero.
7. ate some yogurt + muesli in front of the 'full house' houses, wondering if jessie cosdsapaloes was going to walk up the hill and declare is love for me, etc. (night-time view, not good but somethin'):

i love that new worlds are a mere 30 minute jaunt from my neighborhood. i am incapable of walking down a street and not shaking my head, smiling my face off and mumbling to myself 'i live here. i live here.'

1/7 days isn't too bad - esp when those one days are so freaking packed with loveliness.

a few more photos:

on the walk to the downtown sector. brilliant:

wondering if i accomplished a little too much today:

i apologize for the beyond lengthy email. but its rare i get to wander like this, so i get pretty stoked when it happens - and subsequently barrage my blogging readership with tiny stories so i can bore you to tears.

miss yous. -jen.