Lomo Goes to Lisbon
I have a very busy few weeks ahead of me, what with the house hunting, the summer reading list I am into, the mountain of writing I’ve taken on, working full time, planning a trip to San Francisco and then actually going to San Francisco. I got a tentative itinerary for my time there from one of my friends who will be ferrying me about, and it will be 8 full days, packed with new sights, steep hills, fresh crab sandwiches, hiking Yosemite, camping (eep!), Kathy, hot hot heat, speaking Spanish, visiting Alcatraz and walking world famous bridges. This is how I love to travel, how I love to live: busy and full, squeezing every last drop out of an experience.
The level of adventure in a given trip can easily be gauged by the extent to which I can say, “I would not have done x, y, or z because of this person.” Allowing other people, especially local people, to come up with activities in a foreign/new place forces you to surrender expectations and comfort. This is going to predominantly be the case for my trip to San Francisco. And I can’t wait. Admittedly, I’m a little nervous (especially for the camping), but I know once I’m there, I will be in the moment, in my element, loving every second of it. It’s just been a while since I’ve had a real adventure, and so I’m more than glad I’m doing this.
With that thought, I’m becoming more determined to commit to experiencing the Trans-Siberian Railway next summer…