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I’m traveling to Austin these past couple days. Tho, I don’t live here but I think I have got a good perspective about the city. I have been to different cities in California. Here is how I perceive on the Bay Area and Austin.Better traffic. I rented a car driving around for a few days. From north Austin to the south and the south to the north. It’s quite enjoyable to drive here. Most people keep the safe distance between cars and cars. When it’s in the rush hours, it will stuck, but hey it’s still moving! Unlike the Bay Area, you get stuck and crazily aggressive drivers (aka rude) situation.Amazing food. Because I have grown up in an Asian country, I am very less interested in having more Asian food since I came to the US. The BBQ and Tex-Mex are incredible. (Which also I happen to love these kinds of food) In contrast, you can find more Asian food in the Bay Area. Good Asian food. But you won’t have great BBQ! (I know I know. We prefer different things)Great coffee. I am a coffee person. A person who is very into latte. I do pay a lot attention on the latte art and if the milk is steamed well or not. Austin has several great coffee places. Tho, Bay Area has much more good coffee places to explore.Less outdoors. Texas overall seems very flat. (Please correct me if I am wrong) The Bay Area has beaches and many mountains around for hiking, camping, and mountain biking. There are Lake Tahoe and Yosemite if you want to ski or snowboarding. Santa Cruz for canoeing or Sacramento for kayaking.More family-oriented: Austin’s life pace seems slower. I guess people would pay more attention on families and friends, or overall developing the relationships with people. When I go to the restaurants, I see many families. In the Bay Area, while there are many families, you expect to see a tons of young professionals in the restaurants.Less homeless people: from what I see it is. They are also more polite compared to the ones I met in the Bay Area.Friendly people: It doesn’t mean people in the Bay Area are not friendly, but I bet people in Texas are more friendly. Saying hi and giving a warm smile is a good thing. The Bay Area is slowly losing it. When was your last time to see a person thanked you when you let his/her car go first while driving?!More women: I live in San Jose. People sometimes joke around to call it “Man Jose” because the gender ratio is extremely imbalanced. I’d prefer somewhere has a better gender balance.I think Austin is a great city. It is a great fit for me who wants to establish a family and spend more time on building relationships with people while I can have a tech job at the same time. Bay Area seems exciting at first, but I feel it’s quite depressing over time for many different reasons.

Thanks for the A2A, and sorry for answerimg so late.What should I not miss during a 4 day visit to Uruguay?Short answer:Colonia del SacramentoMontevideoMaldonado departmentRocha departmentLong answer: Here you have more info with some suggestions, 4 days is not enough, so choose wisely wich places will you visit.Colonia del SacramentoHistorical, beautiful and quiet, in the coast of Río de la Plata, lays Colonia del Sacramento.The city was founded in 1680 by the Portuguese, being the first important city built in Uruguay and it was declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Make sure you walk it all the historic neighborhood.The city is separated from Buenos Aires by 50km of brown water from the Río de la Plata estuary, both cities are very connected by ferriy boats, so it’s a good point of entrance to Uruguay if you want to visit Argentina first or departure if you are planning to do the opposite.Colonia department is wonderful, so i recommend visiting other locations if you have time, like Carmelo, Santa Ana or Playa Fomento. Always remember to watch the sunset in the coast.Montevideo“18 de Julio” is the most important avenue in the city, walk by to see the architechture and the regular Montevidean people.“18 de julio” ends in Plaza Indpendencia (plaza=square), this is where Ciudad Vieja starts, this is the oldest part of the city, founded in 1726, it’s full of restaurants and pubs, walk by, visit Plaza Matriz and Plaza Zabala if you want, but don’t forget to eat in Mercado del Puerto, it’s a market full of barbacue stands like this:Ahhhhhhh… I can smell it in the air… Damn it! I wish i was there. You will eat probably the best meat you have ever tried in your life, eat your asado with a good Uruguayan red wine.Montevideo’s coastline in Río de la Plata is called La Rambla de Montevideo, a beautiful place to visit, take some photos and have a walk, especially if it’s a sunny weekend, you will se lot of Uruguayans chilling or practicing sports there.If you go in february you will se the carnival, it’s a competition of the traditional candombe comparsas and murgas. It’s awesome, you must see them.Other interesting places that come to my mind are Pocitos and Malvín neighborhood (the Rambla passes through them). The old, green and residential Prado neighborhood, with its big park and the Blanes Museum. Also the Parque Battle (a park) with the stadium-museum Estadio Centenario, were the first FIFA World Cup was played in 1930. 10 Minutes walking from Parque Batlle you will find the bus station Tres Cruces, where you can take buses to the rest of Uruguay.Maldonado department:*This is my home, i love it. The coast is full of green touristic beach resorts. Remember, summer is from 21 December to 21 March, high season (super full of peole and highest prices) is from 25 December to 15 January and carnival’s week in February. I prefer from mids November to 20 December and the last days of february until Easter week. I love it in winter because it’s empty of people, but it’s cold, days are shorter and there are not much services. In spring you can be lucky and watch whales (Eubalaena australis).*Piriapolis.What i love of Piriapolis is that is surrounded by little mountains, something special in a flat country like Uruguay. I highly recommend you climbing the Pan de Azúcar mountain (390 meters lol) and visiting the natural Punta Negra beach.Punta BallenaIn the entrance of Punta del Este you have this little peninsula, awesome for taking panoramic pics. Don’t go to the museum Casapueblo, it’s overrated and expensive.Punta del EsteThe most elitist resort of South America. The place where the high class Argentinians come to enjoy the beaches and the rich Argies and Brazilians have luxurius parties, go to casinos and wash their money. In the photo you see the center of the city, the rest is pure gardens, pine forest and mansions.In the surroundings of Punta del Este you have smaller resorts with beautiful beaches like La Barra, Manantiales, and in the limit between Maldonado and Rocha departments you find the natural and even more elitist José Ignacio.Rocha departmentFucking paradise on Earth. My favourite department in Uruguay. Exuberant nature, the most beautiful beaches in the country, sand dunes, lagoons, forests, wetlands, hills, it even has palm trees savannahs! WTF*The first paragraph of Maldonado department also goes here.*Some resorts you can visit are:La Paloma. Pretty, biggest resort in Rocha, La Aguada beach is the best for surfing in the country.La Pedrera. Quiet but becomes crazy in carnival, when a massive and mad party takes place in its principal street.Cabo Polonio. Wild, rustic and wonderful. A national park with a super tiny village surrounded by sand dunes, where cars are forbidden and there is almost no electricity. Very expensive now.Valizas. A village next to Cabo Polonio national park, cheaper, full of hippies, of course very bohemian, i love it.Punta del Diablo.Santa Teresa. A national park, basically a huge public camping administrated by the army, very cheap and it probably has the best beaches in Uruguay. It also has a fortress built in 1765.

I’m just one American among millions, but I’ll tell you what my life is like, and what I imagine it’s going to be like, and you can compare it to the lives of others who answer this question.I live in California. Not coastal California; that’s far too expensive and (to be honest) far too liberal for my tastes. I live in the extreme north of the San Joaquin Valley, in a certain town that’s famous for wine (but not as famous as Napa or Sonoma, two hours west). The winters are cool and wet, around 50-60 degrees, and the summers are dry, sunny, and very hot, usually in the upper 90s or low 100s (although it got up to 117 degrees two summers ago...as hot as Las Vegas!).I live in a squalid one-bedroom apartment with my wife of two years. The apartment has giant holes in the carpet, walls that have been painted so many times that they look like marchpane, an oven that doesn’t heat evenly, and various other cosmetic and functional imperfections. The insulation is old and crappy and so is the weather stripping; the apartment is freezing cold in winter and boiling hot in summer. But it gets us by. The rent is $750 a month, which is ludicrously high for the quality we’re getting, but ludicrously low by Californian standards. And we’re within walking distance of my town’s little old-town area, which has all the cool bars and restaurants where my wife and I like to hang out.We have two cats, Dana and Zuul. Ghostbusters joke. My wife named them. They’re hers, really. Her aunt owns an animal rescue in Napa. The two cats were found there, in an alley, as kittens. They’re probably brothers. They spew hairballs and sneeze all over everything, leave hair and cat litter on every surface, and meow loudly for attention and food. But having them around is a treat, most of the time.My wife used to work at Target, but I’m salaried now (the first salaried position I’ve ever had, and I’m nearly 33). So my wife was able to quit Target, which she hated, and now she works two part-time jobs that she enjoys and which bring her a little pocket money. She works for a small sandwich shop over on the east side of town, taking customer’s orders, and she works as a tutor at an after-school tutoring academy that has 300 branches across the US.I work full-time as a marketing copywriter and the co-manager of my company’s marketing team. I work in the city of Stockton, the 13th largest city in California and the 63rd largest in the United States, with about 320,500 people (as of 2017, anyway). It’s a total crap-hole. Shabby homes, overgrown front lawns, graffiti and garbage and homeless people everywhere, loud thumping music, rude people, rampant crime. It makes Gotham look like a prime vacation spot. I could write volumes on why Stockton and other large Californian cities are like this, but that’s not relevant.Every day I wake up at 6:15 AM. That’s when my alarm is set to go off, at least. I’ve never slept all that well, even though we have a nice Sleep Number bed that my parents gave us. So usually I wake up before my alarm, sometimes as early as 4:45 AM. Some days I look at my phone before I even get out of bed; some days I’m too disgusted with myself to do so. I shower every other day; on the non-showering days, I just wear a hat, a nice grey flat cap that I got about a year ago on Amazon. I used to eat breakfast—cereal or cold leftovers. Then I started being healthier and having protein smoothies. Now I’m doing intermittent fasting and don’t eat until 10:30 AM, when I have a meal replacement shake. Before I leave the apartment in the morning, I take my vitamins and medication. Then I grab my backpack, get in my 1995 Jeep Cherokee (18 mpg surface streets, 20 mpg highway) and drive 20-25 minutes to work. Traffic is usually light, although (this being California) there are lots of idiots on the road—people who drive unnecessarily fast and weave in and out of lanes without signaling. I don’t listen to music or audiobooks during my morning commute; I just think. I park at work and clock in, and sit at my desk for eight hours, writing blog posts or marketing emails or editing owner’s manuals. It strains my eyes and is hard on my back and nether regions, but we have desks which can be raised or lowered depending on whether we want to stand or sit, so it’s not that bad. I leave work around 4:00 PM. On Thursdays, I go bowling with a few of my coworkers at a nearby bowling alley before I go home. At least once a week, I have to stop at Costco on the way home to fill up my gas-guzzling Jeep. Gas prices fluctuate, but I generally pay $40 per fill-up. I drive home on the freeway, driving exactly the speed limit, in the slow lane. Everyone else passes me, and I’m going too slow to catch up to anyone and have to change lanes. It’s relaxing. If it’s Friday and I’m feeling good, I’ll listen to the local classic rock station.If my wife’s home when I get home, we have dinner together; otherwise I just fix myself something, and she fixes herself something when she gets home. I stop eating by 6:00 PM (part of my intermittent fasting regimen). Then we watch TV (Japanese anime, or a sitcom like Cheers). We don’t have cable, and we don’t watch the news. Most of the time I hear about breaking news from my coworkers, or on Quora. I read The Federalist and National Review, and sometimes (just to be balanced) HuffPo and The Guardian and The New Republic and The Atlantic and The New York Times. I also occasionally read The Daily Caller and The Independent and Salon and Slate. Sometimes I check the BBC’s website for news as well.My wife and I watch movies a lot. I describe myself as a cinephile; my wife just likes certain actors and actresses. We have a subscription to Netflix’s DVD service, and there’s usually a cool DVD waiting in our mailbox when we get home from work. Sometimes we play board games or card games. I can’t shuffle very well. My wife shuffles very well and always beats me at gin rummy. We usually have some sort of alcoholic beverage in the evenings, like beer (my wife likes Blue Moon Mango Wheat, and I’m forcing myself to like Michelob Ultra). More frequently we have wine—Chardonnay or Riesling or Sauvignon Blanc. Wine is one of the few things we still unashamedly splurge on. I blew $71 on two bottles of Malbec, two bottles of Sauvignon Blanc, and a bottle of tawny port at BevMo earlier this week. I also bought some Danish blue cheese and some smoked Gouda with bacon bits, too. Good stuff.I make a good salary—the most money I’ve ever made in my life. It lets me support both me and my wife (barely). Ten percent of my check is fun money, ten percent goes into savings, and ten percent goes into an emergency fund. This is the first time I’ve ever been able to divert money from my check into any sort of savings account. My wife and I live on the remainder of my paycheck, as well as the small amount of money her two jobs bring in. I still rely on my credit card to get us by each month.Late last year, I managed to become debt-free, paying off my student loans and a large amount of credit card debt I’d racked up while living in Las Vegas in 2015, before I met my wife. My wife still has a large amount of student debt (five figures). Just recently, however, I went into debt again: I took out a $55,000 loan from Sallie Mae to fund my flight training. That’s right—I’m in the middle of a mid-life crisis, and I’m switching careers. I’m getting out of marketing copywriting and into aviation. In August my wife and I will move away from California, where it’s too expensive and too polluted and too crowded and too liberal, and relocate to Boise, Idaho (which will soon become too expensive and crowded and liberal if Californians keep moving there). I’ll be attending a local aviation academy and obtaining my private and commercial helicopter pilot’s licenses, as well as flight instructor and instrument flight instructor certifications. This should take about a year. Then I’ll work as an instructor for 18-24 months, building up sufficient hours to get a high-paying helicopter job elsewhere in the country. In the meantime, my wife and I will have to work like dogs to pay down our student loans and afford rent. We’re dreaming of having children someday (maybe once I start working steadily as a flight instructor and am actually bringing home the bacon again). But for now, it’s a pipe dream. Eventually, we plan to move to Montana or Arizona and buy a ranch and start a fly-in bed and breakfast. But that is very far in the future, and we’re a long way from being a safe investment for any bank. Our lives are more controlled by our debts and our financial situation than I’d like them to be, but I don’t spare too much thought for it.On weekends, my wife and I often sit at home and do nothing but play on our phones, our PlayStation 4, or our computers; this saves us money. Some weekends we make little excursions—say to an art museum in San Francisco, or for a picnic in neighboring Calaveras County. At least once or twice a month, we go visit my parents up near Sacramento. For birthdays we go to the Sutter Street Steakhouse in Folsom and splurge on delicious New York steaks.Sometimes I save up enough money to buy myself a gun (one of the few that are legal in California), and my coworkers and I go target shooting up in the Stanislaus National Forest in summer. My wife and I also like to go tubing on the American River near my parents’ house. We try to follow the 2-2-2 rule. My wife found it on Reddit or something. Every two weeks, we go out for an evening; every two months, we go away for a weekend; and every two years, we go away for a week. Last year we managed to take a vacation in Hawaii with my parents and my wife’s aunt. Just this past weekend we took three days to drive down into Southern California to visit my old hometown in the Mojave Desert, where my wife’s never been. We covered 1,277 miles in three days. We visited Joshua Tree National Park (my favorite park in California), Palm Springs, the Living Desert Zoo & Gardens, and stayed for one night at the Mission Inn in Riverside. This weekend we’re taking my mom and dad and my wife’s aunt out to lunch in Napa for Mother’s Day, which will be expensive, but I can pay it off with my next paycheck. On weekends when we don’t see my parents, I call them just to check in and get them caught up on our doings.My wife and I both have health problems. She has irritable bowel syndrome and I have ulcerative colitis. She can’t eat garlic or onions or whole wheat bread or pasta (and many other things). I can’t eat sugary or spicy foods, which is a shame, because I love them. I had a very bad time in January, February, and March of this year; I suffered a horrible colitis flare-up and had to be put on stronger medication. I went in for a colonoscopy recently and was found to still have some inflammation and ulcers, so I’m not out of the woods yet. The colonoscopy cost me $1,000. Fortunately, I was able to afford it thanks to all the money I’ve been socking away over the past year in my aforementioned savings accounts. My Jeep, which has never really worked well (and for which I paid $2,500 cash in 2010), broke down earlier this week. Luckily my wife wasn’t working that day. She was able to take it to the shop for me. (We may have limited means, but we do at least have two cars.) Repairs will be another $1,000. This will just about clean out my savings account. I’m slightly concerned about that—I was hoping to have a sum of at least $5,000 saved up for when my wife and I move to Idaho in late summer. But I’m not too bothered by it. I’ve moved dozens of times in my life. When I was a kid, my parents moved from Northern California to Southern California to Ohio to Tennessee to Virginia to Wyoming and then back to California. I went to college in North Dakota. I’m used to moving long-distance and driving long-distance. It’s an American thing.I write myself a to-do list each week. I’m a bit on the tubby side and I’m trying to lose weight so I can train in a Robinson R22 helicopter (which has a maximum per-seat passenger weight limit of 240 pounds) instead of a more expensive Robinson R44. That’s why I’m doing the intermittent fasting. So on the days that I don’t bowl, I try to walk for at least 30 minutes, usually an hour. I listen to my iPod when I do this; music helps me relax and lets me meditate. I used to belong to a local gym, but I quit to save money. I hate running; it makes my shins hurt. So I just walk and eat less, and lose weight that way.I used to have writing on my daily to-do list, but I recently quit trying to write fiction. I believe it was stressing me out, making my colitis worse, and making me lose my hair. Or maybe that’s just my genes. Whatever. Since I quit writing, the only things I routinely have on my to-do list are walking and reading. I stick to a strict regimen of reading; I have lots of books I want to read before I die, and lots of books on my shelf that I bought months or years ago and haven’t gotten around to reading. So I try to read two books a month, 25 books a year. Fiction and nonfiction. Books about good habits, time management, Stoic philosophy, military history, survival skills, travelogues, and so forth; and sci-fi novels and classics of world literature on the fiction side. I’m particularly looking forward to Travels with Charley by John Steinbeck and Superluminal by Vonda McIntyre. I get most of my books through Amazon Prime, as well as any other little things I need or want—a brush for my bowling shoes, Bloody Mary seasoning, a case for my Marlin rifle, probiotics, a whetstone, India ink for the typewriter my wife got me, a phone case, a kukri.Some other items that show up on my to-do lists are journaling (every Sunday), spending time with the wife (I try to be a good husband and remind myself to do this), writing my wife a love letter (at least once a month), social engagements (not too many of these, as they generally cost money), researching cross-country moves and helicopter training materials (in preparation for August), buying presents and cards for relatives’ birthdays, Mother’s Day, and Father’s Day, and writing answers on Quora. That’s right—sometimes I’ll pencil Quora into my to-do list, especially when my answer queue has ten questions or more in it. I usually get up before my wife on weekends and that’s when I’ll sit down at my computer, answer questions, and reply to messages. I also check my phone constantly during the week, both to monitor upvotes and comments on my answers and answer my wife’s text messages. (She gets annoyed when I drop out of contact for too long.)Every day, weekend or weeknight, I try to get into bed by 10 PM, sometimes as early as 9. My wife likes to stay up a bit later. She has this nightly ritual where she gets into her car and drives aimlessly around town while smoking a cigarette or two. It calms her down before bed, she says. It’s her dirty secret; nobody knows she smokes, not her friends, not her coworkers, not even her closest relations. When she gets back from her drive, she brushes her teeth and gets into her pajamas. We’re usually in bed with the lights out by 10:15. When it gets warm outside we try to leave the windows open, but our neighbors keep odd hours and are totally inconsiderate assholes who like to come home late at night and have extremely loud conversations in the corridors and slam their screen doors. So my wife and I usually leave the window shut and just turn all the fans on. Our apartment’s air conditioning unit is mounted through the kitchen wall, and a lot of the airflow is caught by the corner of the opposite wall and deflected straight back into the kitchen. The cool air never circulates into the bedroom or bathroom—just the living room. So leaving it on at night is pointless. Someday I’ll have a nice big breezy house in the country and won’t need fans or air conditioning.I don’t dream at night. Well, I do; I understand that everybody dreams. Some people just never remember their dreams, and I’m one of them. I either have to be totally exhausted or have eaten something just before bed to remember my dreams, usually, but that rarely happens.And that’s about it, really. Every few Novembers, I vote. My wife and I spend Thanksgiving with my wife’s aunt and her husband in American Canyon and Christmas with my parents up near Sacramento. I intend to take up hunting and grilling and camping and other outdoorsy, manly hobbies when we move to Idaho, budget permitting. I’ll have kids on the way by the end of 2020—again, budget permitting. I want to buy a ranch in some wide-open space like Montana or Arizona because I hate cities, hate crowds, hate stupid people, don’t like gun control, and love fresh air, distant snow-capped mountains, desert sun, the wind in my hair, and peace and quiet. I want a place where my kids can run around and be crazy, and where I can play loud music without the neighbors complaining, where I can build an outdoor shooting range for my massive gun collection and a dirt strip for the Cessna 206 or 207 that I’m going to own someday and a helipad for the Robinson R44 that I’ll give rides to our B&B guests in. And maybe a pasture for that big old Belgian horse I told myself I’d own someday. My wife, a superb baker, will keep our guests wowed with her baked goods and sweets, and my parents—who’ve expressed interest in joining our B&B/ranch venture—will have a house on our property. My dad, the handyman, will help out with repairs and maintenance, and my mom will help prepare meals and make sure the place is decorated tastefully for the guests. My wife and I will have three kids—Meryl, Henry Malcolm, and Eleanor—and they’ll run around in the sunshine and get big and strong and learn to cook and clean and sew their own clothes and shoot and ride horses and build campfires and toast s’mores and maybe even learn to fly airplanes with me. And then they’ll grow up and move away and go to college and/or get good careers in fields of their choices, and get married and have kids of their own, and I’ll most likely bury my parents on our property, side by side with matching marble headstones, and my wife and I will grow old and feeble, and I’ll probably die of colon cancer or mouth cancer (I’m an avid pipe smoker, after all) or congestive heart failure (I do love me some well-marbled steak).And it’ll have been a good life, living in America.