At the end of March, within less that 2 weeks, the Frenchman and I experienced the kind of freaky sychronicity that rarely occurs…unfortunatly this particular variety of synchronicity would act to disperse us (seperate is an innacurate and harsh word here!) Within these 2 weeks, he was offered an amazing job in Palo Alto, Silicon Valley, and I, a new job in London.
Suddenly our comfortable life in Paris was to be uprooted completly, with my new company needing me in 1 month. Quite apart from my job offer, my moving to San Francisco was not a real option, with me being able only to recieve the dreaded H4 spouse visa, meaning I wouldnt be able to legally work in the US.
I wont rant about the unfairness of this as for the moment im loving London and I have my own career to think about. Also, because my mate Mark Zuckerberg is on the job, trying to push through amendments to various visa bills to help attract and keep international talent in the tech industry, one of which allowing H4 visa holders the right to work. So maybe one day ill find myself in sunny California, but for now....
We opted instead to a sit down lunch affair, with the wind blowing like the west coast of New Zealand where I grew up, we needed the shelter. In true travelling form, when we have no recomendations to go on, we picked the restaurant with the longest line, put down our names and wandered the town for 40 minutes waiting for our table to be free. I cant tell you the name of the restaurant (bad blogger!), but it was very close to the oyster market on the waterfront.
And the weekend ended with this…!!!