I am in California, in a spare cube, my brain FULL of high-hardware and deep-crypto. I am very happy.
The boulevard trees have white blossoms. Now. In October.
I am quite smart, in case I hadn't mentioned it.
No one checked me from grown-up-osity while getting my rental car. It was all much easier than I imagined.
fairoriana says that the entire system is configured for weary and brain-free business travellers.
badgerbag says that credit cards are the keys to the grown-up kingdom. I think they are both correct.
I only got a little bit lost. I blame the people who numbered El Camino Real. Los Altos != Sunnyvale. Nor is Menlo Park where I wanted to be.
Spanakopita of unusual size!
SFO has a monorail!
I have awesome friends.