I've always wanted a job that pays me to travel. And long and behold, the first real one I got out of college does just that once in a while. Since, I've been to NYC, the OC and most recently, the windy city in Chicago, where I confirmed that my love for thin-crust Neapolitan style pizza far outweighs the Chicago deep dish, and that I have the good fortune of visiting new places in beautiful, blue sky weather.
My stroll along Memorial Park. I wonder if the architect is the same who did the Walt Disney Concert Hall in Los Angeles.
Jamba and naps for two. Public space at its prime.