It finally feels like I'm on the road. NJ Transit and the cab this morning were stressful but familiar. Now, with my giant duffel squished into an overhead compartment on a completely full Memorial Day Acela, I'm taking a portion of this trip I've never taken before.
Driving north out of the city is beautiful, but I never really get a chance to look around. I'm a sucker for large expanses of trees with the city in the background--it may be my favorite thing about Central Park.
So I'm on the road. I'm not quite sure what to do with myself now--do I start trying to build a new routine by fishing out Sir Philip Sidney? Or do I continue with a sleep-deprived reading of Infinite Jest?
For now, I'm just looking out the window.
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At the end of the known world
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At the end of the known world
Matthew and Ana, in Spain
An easy non-intrusive way for us to update our friends and loved ones about our adventures in Spain from June 1 to August 31.
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