My run was too short this morning (I needed to make sure I’d have plenty of time to find the place I’m working at this week), but it was really nice. Right around 60 degrees and overcast, with a breeze, so it was nice and cool, and I headed to the Cliff Walk to run. Until I got there, I hadn’t noticed the ocean sounds, and then all of a sudden, I was looking down at a beach (waves and sand and everything!) and I could hear the surf hitting the rocks at the base of the cliff. SO pleasant. So it was a nice run.
On my way back from work, I drove in the way we used to come in, came down Broadway and around Washington Square, and then across Division Street to see our old apartment. Looks exactly the same, even after nine years. It could use a coat of paint, but I think it needed that when we lived there. I climbed the stairs to my room (did I mention I’m on the 3rd floor of a bed and breakfast?), changed clothes, and went out for a walk. I found myself on Spring Street (the wine store is still there, but I couldn’t find the breakfast place) and I got stopped by some guy on the sidewalk who asked me about my shirt. I really need to stop wearing this one in public. It says “Ask me about sustainability” across the front. People do. But this guy wouldn’t stop talking. Forty-five minutes later, I continued my walk. I ended up at The Black Pearl (the tavern side) for dinner, where I had one of the most delicious dishes I have ever eaten. Scallops with bacon, mushrooms, and cream. I don’t ever need to eat again. I’m full up. No more food needed. After that, I was really glad I was walking. And going uphill. Exercise is good. And when I made it to the top of the hill, my shirt (the “ask me about” part, anyway) prompted a couple to ask me for directions to The Red Parrot. It was nice to be able to help them out. (It helps that it’s kinda hard to miss AND I had just walked past it.)
Anyway, I’m back in my room and I want to go to bed. The biggest decision I have to make is where I’m going to run tomorrow.
Where am I?