It can be no surprise that when we decided to move to San Francisco, I checked the bloggers. No flat, no supermarket, no time schedule of public transport to be found... Who else can tell you the inside outs of a new place than those who have been in the same chaos for weeks?
I found my blogger. Left home 1,5 year ago for downtown San Francisco. I left her a message. And today, she's my support line in America.
So we spend a couple of glasses of wine together. And after she told me where to find the rooftop terraces, the pirate shops and the best bakery in town - she asks me if I am earthquake-proof?
Euh...
Yes, yes. I do know we're moving to an area which is known for its earthquakes.
And yes - with ashamed red cheeks - I admit to have seen the posters all over the city to be earthquake-aware.
I was just not so sure it also counted for foreigners.
So, my shoes are under the bed. There's a flash light sleeping next to me. There's water in the house. And soup in cans. I have an address where My Own German and I meet if it hits the city. And I wait for my blogger-friend to send me more tips.
Thank you, Google.
For the bloggers.
Really.
And yes - with ashamed red cheeks - I admit to have seen the posters all over the city to be earthquake-aware.
I was just not so sure it also counted for foreigners.
So, my shoes are under the bed. There's a flash light sleeping next to me. There's water in the house. And soup in cans. I have an address where My Own German and I meet if it hits the city. And I wait for my blogger-friend to send me more tips.
Thank you, Google.
For the bloggers.
Really.
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