I wanna be back riding on Morrissey Boulevard in the lazy afternoon, with the map on my legs and not having a clue where to go but I try...We turn down to Santa Cruz when the sun sets and everything becomes purple-organge and by coincidence we meet some old friends on the pier and we go for a typical American seaside dinner and the wine is local and the fries are fried and everything is just the way it should. Sigh.
Back to work.
