Cleveland rocks … in some parts!

Cleveland, huh.

Tuesday = 12 hours of traveling — car ride, Grease songs, bus, airport, flight, smelly guy, RTA, nice hotel, naps, Starbucks, Hard Rock, more naps, tour and drinks with Tim and girlfriend
Wednesday = Slept in later than planned, Case for appt, more Case wandering, walk to Coventry (thanks a lot, undergrad admissions desk guy *end sarcasm*), Chipotle, Caribou Coffee. Later — meet potential roommate, dinner, early bed, yeah?
Thursday = Case tour @ 10a, Indians game @ 12p, stuff and things and stuff.
Friday = possible apartment hunting, airport around 6p, leave @ 844p.

Observations:

As a Californian, I am constantly looking for Hispanic people. There are none; they’ve been “replaced” by black people.
Downtown Cleveland looks like a barer downtown San Francisco. Downtown Seattle is waaay prettier.
Amazing architecture — lots of brick and stone = love. In Fresno, amazing architecture is nonexistent, practically illegal. In Fresno, stucco = love (ick!!!).
Lots of tattooed people here. Are there fewer tattoos in California or are they less visible?
I’m the trendiest person in Cleveland. I’ve never been the trendiest person anywhere. And people here don’t wear jeans very much — much more khaki/cargo pants/drab colors.
Bryan’s starting to look at me like he’s bored. 🙂 I love this boy; I hope I can love Cleveland someday.