Those eight days were fun. Tiring, but fun. I timed my return, so that, had I been working, I’d have another two days in a long weekend to decompress before I get back to the real world. Even though I’m not working, I still allowed this decompression period before starting my reflection process for this trip.
I didn’t really explain why I chose the destinations I selected for this trip. The first half was in San Francisco. I vaguely recall visiting the city as a child, and I think the crooked block of Lombard Street was the only lasting memory. I felt it was about time I came back and gave myself a proper introduction.
I also decided to include Ashland, Oregon, in my trip. The Shakespeare festival was the big draw, and I did indeed go to two plays while I was there. How I planned to connect them was a roadtrip through the northern California coast, and then I return home, mostly via train.
In the posts that follow over the next few days, I will give you my thoughts and some accompanying pictures of what was a memorable trip.
Mind the (Half) Gap 