Tag Archives: California

Comidas Con Onda: Café Valparaíso en Berkeley

El nombre de Bay Essence viene de nuestro arraigo a la Bahía, ya sea The Bay Area en el norte de California o la Bahía de Valparaíso en Chile. Siempre escuché sobre la importancia que Valparaíso tenía como puerto en América del Sur antes del Canal de Panamá y su relación con San Francisco en el Norte. Algunos incluso señalan […]

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La Ruta de las Picadas: Oakland Taco Truck – Tacos Sinaloa

El viaje a The Bay Area era importante, era ponerme en contacto con las raíces de mi polola. Raíces que crecen tan grandes como las mías con Valparaíso. Son sentimientos a la bahía donde uno creció. La experiencia comienza cuando, luego de quedar varado en LAX por 7 horas, pude llegar a San Francisco (SFO) donde tomé el BART (Bay Area […]

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The Girl from my Doorstep

There I was walking around in the late evening. I was meeting a friend somewhere, or so it seemed. Catching a glimpse of a figure at a distance, I walked towards him  and a sharp screech broke our silence. We both acted as if we did not hear anything and continued to walk towards each other, but the clamor continued […]

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Old School Jams

I recently watched this short documentary called Why I Ride: Low and Slow which takes you on a cruise through the Mission District of San Francisco (or as one low rider put it: La Misión, Panchito, Aztlán). It took the viewer back to the 80s, which seemed like a foreign depiction to me knowing what La Misión is like now. […]

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You Know You’re From Oakland When…

You pronounce Oakland: “OAKLIN”. You learned Ebonics before you learned English. “Beezie, hella, scraper, ripper” is standard English. You Know what “scraper filled wit rippers” mean. You know “in da cuts” don’t got nothing to do wit hair and “grapes” aint got nothin to do wit fruit. You hear gunshots and don’t even get scared and hearing police sirens around […]

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The Origin

It has been 5 years since I have lived in the Bay. I look back on life as I knew it there and realize how much I´ve changed. It is like paging through an old photo album – every year you look different. As you get older, it´s not so much how you look, but who you are that changes. On […]

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