51There's a 51 bus here! I swear to God... I was walking down the street and BAM! there was the freaking 51!!!!! Ahahah - hilarious. I almost had to sit down on the side of the road I was laughing so hard. One day - when I'm really homesick - I'm going to ride that line from end to end and dream about the Bay Area. Ha! The 51... We've shared so many good times...
No 666There's no 666 here. I found this out in a very absurd way! Walking into town on a race day, I passed by two guys still proudly sporting their runner's numbers. One of them was 666! So I did what any normal American would do - I pointed and laughed in a way that invited everyone to join in - he just looked down and looked back up and gave me the "What, did I forget to zip?!!?" look. We continued walking in opposite directions, everyone very confused.
Pick a LaneThey don't have lanes in the community pool here, so swimming is like playing a game of frogger. If you know me, you know that I am a very weak swimmer. So, as you can imagine, I am like a baby elephant under there... I've kicked plenty of people and been caught (on a few occasions) accidentally/intentionally dirty looking some individuals who just stand right in the middle. I haven't built up enough courage to ask them why they just stand there in the middle of the pool causing others to go out of their way to swim around, but one of these days when my anger has subsided I will find a way to ask nicely.
Pre-game RoutineTo prepare the regional men's team for their first match, I wanted to encourage them to find a pre-game routine. However, I didn't know how to say "pre-game routine", so I decided to just describe what I do to prepare for a match and asked them what they call that. They said "obsessive compulsive disorder". Wah wah!
There's more, but I can't think of it, so that's all for now. More later!