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sacramento, california
We had more fun downtown exploring, we had lunch at a delightful meal at 524 Mexican Restaurant where the owner was a nice kind soul. At a running store the cashier had a friend who sold salsa at our Sunday Market back home and from the depths of our memories surfaced an American man who ran up to me and enthusiastically started talking about my Newton running shoes, wow it’s a small world (at least in the running world). We went to a cute vintage store with great prices and a girl working who seemed in a dream the whole time, slow smiles and glazed eyes.
Then Dylan began to wilt with his cold an we went to a trashy movie before a rushed Indian feast and then waiting, waiting for the train. It is a curious experience entering a train at midnight, passing crumpled shapes of sleeping travellers before joining them, curled in awkward fashion on a seat that can’t decide whether it is comfortable or not.