Sacramento Marriott Rancho Cordova
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... of your time.
- Live life passionately.
- Always maintain a sense of wonder about the world.
- Always learn. Always grow.
- Meet and empathize with people who are very different than you. Learn, understand and appreciate them.
- Love passionately. Care ...
... to share their beers and shade with me, whilst discussing hot rods and the Queen. Unfortunately I was still a little jet lagged at this time so after 2pm approached I became a little useless... beer, food and heat had made me practically comatose. After waking up at 4am the night before I had been told I was not allowed to nap at a all that day. However after a grumpy car ride back and battling to stay up right back at ...
... people in this world. We said our hellos and our goodbyes and then made our way to good ol' Sacramento.
On our way we stopped at a place my family always stopped at on our way to Redondo Beach, CA when I was little. This little place is known as Pea Soup Andersens. It is a tradition in our family and I almost totally forgot about it. Thankfully they have giant signs along the way to remind me. A good ol' bowl of pea soup. ...
... because it was slick and painful on our knees. Unfortunately the return to the car meant it was time to drive to Sacramento.
The road was long and boring but we were able to see a sunset along the way. We stopped for some dinner, washed our Prius, and checked in to a crummy Super 8 near the airport. It was cheap and close and it was nice to finally lie down. Not the best end to our trip, but after that hike it didn't matter much. A bittersweet end to an amazing ...
... that your capital cities car?” the garage attendant called as I stepped into cooling shadows where I’d parked.
I affirmed it was, asked him what he thought. “I’ve been standing at the back of it, looking at the cities on the map, thinking where I’ve been and where I want to go,” he answered. “A person needs to get out in the world, you know?”