I'm coming home!
Today was a fun, solo day in Singapore, the town that litter forgot.
Note to Gavin: nary a hobo here. FYI.
After my mani/pedi with Susan/Josephine, I enjoyed the urban mall that is Singapore before meeting the family for high tea. I've spent the past eternity penning Wednesday's Culture Blog, so check in with SFGate around noon, if you're so inclined. I'll be landing right about then!
Anyway, dinner with the folks and Al tonight and then we leave the hotel at 5am.
Our Spotswood Family Thanksgiving Southeast Asian Tour is officially over.
Anyway, you rock for reading. I'll see you back in hobo town.
PS: I take it back. I'm not done. We've just had the most fabulous family last night in Asia together, drooling over the food at (if you're ever in the neighborhood) Cilantro and marveling at our adventures. Alex and I chose to end our evening with a few sibling drinks at the bar.
Alex was, like many of you have been, subjected to my "Let's meet a stranger!"
Which is why we now love Johnas.
One of the things I love about travel is that when you strike up a bar conversation with the guy next to you, he's not in town from Lodi, unloading some low-end fake Sears siding onto a middle man. He's a Swede living in Hong Kong who, after spending two drinks with us, remarked, "Ah, I love San Francisco. I was there in '95 when I was in university. We went to a place called...I think it was...Centerfolds."
Oh my god, Johnas, aside from the dip, I adore you...