The benefit of being foreign is .... learning.
Learning new stuff each day, each moment when you had a touch with the people, the culture, the foreign world.
You may see things that are strange, things are weird.
Cuz the weirdness comes from inability of understanding but sometimes the difference makes the beauty.
Then you find out one day, those things you could complain could also be the materials of adventures. The look of the world depends on how you look at it.
On the bus ride to the fisherman's wharf today. I sit right beside a guy and a friendly little dog. I let her smell my hand and pet her. She started to lick my hand. But the guy said right away 'she is working. Please don't play.' with an annoyed fake smile on his face.
He is neither blind nor disable... There are other jobs that a dog can have in daily life??!!
Honey saw the guy holding a book about food allergies. Maybe the dog's job is to smell the food for him before eaten? A new lesson of the day... People, aren't they attractive?
Walking on the foreign streets of San Francisco. You see man in dark green yellow suit of 80s style. You see a 50-year-old skater and a man with a mystery working dog.
You see characters, the characters of freedom, the freedom of weirdness and differences...
