I’m starting to think about MdS as a restful vacation with a bit running thrown in. I’m not underestimating the desert...
My co-instructor and I stayed in San Francisco and Lyft-ed across the Golden Gate Bridge to teach. The ride took about 20 minutes this morning. This evening it took two hours. Three if you count the time we waited for the Lyft driver to arrive. Was there an accident?
Just tourists pulling off the road for pictures of this.
The traffic totally disappeared once we past the last scenic pull off.
Luckily my co-instructor was a really great guy, and I was happy to spend time with him. And we had the best Lyft driver ever.
Honestly, this man could not have been more pleasant or more calm. He took his whole 3-hour tour — and set fare — in stride. He chatted with us and asked us about ourselves, talked about the book he was going to write, and played Jazz on the radio. We got to the end of the ride and I regretted not questioning him more about himself. He used to be in sales, his dad was a hot head in heavy traffic, and he read Philip Roth’s Portnoy’s Complaint when he was 8 years-old. That’s all I know about this bodhisattva. We tipped him as generously as we could and gave him lots of stars. Then we talked about him and the other good people in our lives for the rest of the evening.
What’s making me happy:
Running: 40 minutes at lunch and then 75 min easy in the evening