Riding the Sky to California
The nice people of Southwest Airlines dropped me off at LAX last night. And then the most wonderful Klein family picked me up from the aeroporto in their rad ’90 Volvo wagon. We rode around Angel town with the windows down and I lamented the loss of my old dark green ’90 Volvo 240.
Its name was Volvino, as I hypothesized that it was somehow a Swedish-Italian hybrid. We sold it after I moved to Portugal, and after its breaks failed me while driving north on highway 301.
I am happy as a clam in California. The sun is smiling out loud and it is not humid at all. The Kleins left me good coffee and I enjoyed the first responsibility-less morning and afternoon I’ve found in quite a long time. I went on a little run and the San Gabriel mountains cheered me on through the flower crested streets. I picked up a small flower and ran with it, just because I could.
Tomorrow at (yikes) 8am I’ll start two weeks of class in Pasadena with my Fuller cohort. It will be our last two weeks together, and then we’ll go on to finish our electives and then graduate like cylinders. I shall be done in the Spring!
(Balloons over California by MS4JAH)