sundays in a row

I have four sunday mornings in a row. starting tomorrow. I'll be hiding on the west coast, tasting every moment and savoring the essence of what each one brings.

 

and the only plan I have is this: to wander and find some good coffee. to send postcards to myself. and talk to strangers. to tip too much and get lost a thousand times before asking directions. to get rained on and eat junk.

 

and the best thing about my plan is that there isn't a plan B and I can't overthink it.

 

Andiamo...

Done