Today is a lazy day because we're so tired from yesterday's adventures. We just want a pretty place to lay out in the sun and read, so we head to Berkeley. Campus isn't too far from Kayley's house, and I'm almost out of money anyways, so we're happy. As we enter, Brianne and I can't believe that this is an actual college campus. It's so beautiful, and we admire this little forest. We walk past many buildings that are just beautiful. BYU-I is rather plain in comparison, but we'd both choose it over Berkeley, of course.
We have backpacks and just enjoy the fact that we can blend in really easily. We go into the library and wander. It's incredible too. I can only imagine how many books are in this place. Finally we find a nice patch of grass and I read The Screwtape Letters, while Brianne continues to push through Les Mis. It's a perfect day here as well, and I enjoy the sun on my face.
After a few hours, we decide to head home, but are distracted by a place that sells roasted corn. That is something that Brianne really loved eating when she was in Uganda, so she wants to go inside. It's called Suya, and it's an African-Carribean restaurant. We order chicken kabobs, with potatoes, flatbread, and roast corn. All of it has this suya on it, and a suya dipping sauce, and it's freaking incredible - all of it. It was short lived, but it's the best thing I've had in a long time.
We go home and hang out. Kayley is getting ready for a trip to Ireland, so she has a little going away party. She has about six or seven friends over and we all eat and play games. They all drink wine and Brianne and I feel like non-adults because we had Top Ramen for breakfast while we watched Hey Arnold! on youtube, but what can you do? I like our life a lot, and I don't want to change things. We stay up late laughing and getting to know these people a bit before we leave.
San Francisco, you were really good to us. I'm so glad that I got to go with my best friend, because there's no one I would have had a better time with. I was glad to see my family though, and sleep in my own bed. Coming home is great too.
Life is great, and so are adventures.
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