We started off the weekend with some after-work drinks with these guys. There was an awesome old dog, too.
On Saturday morning we took the ferry to Angel Island. Hannah freaked out on the way there, thinking we wouldn’t make it in time.
Similar to Ellis Island in the East Coast, Angel Island was an immigration center during the early 20th century. Now, there is a museum and a few outdoor pieces about the institutional racism and xenophobia of the time where the detention facility used to be. One wishes this kind of discrimination were anachronistic, and long over, but it is easy to relate these conflicting narratives about freedom to the present.
Sadly fitting for the week that followed. The U.S. is a strange country.
The view from Hannah’s roof is better when it isn’t foggy. I went up there on Friday before making dinner. It was foggy.
Next weekend, I was invited to Alamere Falls. We were a large group (almost 20!) from all over Latin America. Sadly, I didn’t take pictures of the people I hiked with. It’s hard when everyone is walking.