Nice work, people.
Last week, we asked all of you to extend a warm welcome to Tony Quarrington, a British tourist and San Franciscophile who is vacationing in Bernal Heights.
This week, Tony reports that he’s definitely experienced the Bernal love:
It started within minutes of leaving the cottage on our first morning back in the city.
As we crossed Cortland Avenue in Bernal Heights to indulge in a Progressive Grounds brunch, an elderly woman walking her dog launched a cheery “hello British people” in our direction. No sooner had we digested this unexpected salutation than she had moved on her way, satisfied, I hope, that she had made us feel immediately at home in the neighborhood.
And, less than a week later, that feeling has only grown progressively stronger.
I suspect that it has been partly fuelled by a request from the moderator of the Bernalwood website and associated Facebook page to make us feel welcome if we were spotted out and about.
If so, it has certainly worked!
But the reaction has still been remarkable. I feel like a minor celebrity every time I step out of the cottage.
But I think it has more do with the fact that the people in this neighborhood are just so nice and welcoming.
Yesterday, a woman leaned out of her car window as she pulled up at Cortland and Ellsworth and called out:
“Hey, are you the British guy?”
As I stood in my Grateful Dead t-shirt taking photographs of a sign explaining how to dispose of your dog poop, all I could muster in my surprise was:
“Is it that obvious?”.
But by this time she had moved away, though not without a friendly wave.
Perhaps she had recognized me from photographs.
Or rather assumed that the clichéd touristy garb and eccentric behavior had me clearly marked down as a crazy limey.
Either way, I was grateful (no pun intended).
Tony and his wife are here all this week as well, so… you know what to do.