Wrap Up In Berkeley

(Once more written last night, posted this morning) 

Done, coming home. Today was exhausting, if less intellectually stimulating than yesterday. Wine tasting. Indian dinner. Very sedate house party hosted by one of the grad students. Tomorrow we fly home.


The Indian dinner was nice because I got to chat with more of the grad students in a closer to one on one setting. There were five of them and only three of us.


Strangest pronouncement from an employee at a winery: “Now you’re going to find this next vintage as a kind of funky barnyard taste.”


I still can’t get used to palm trees. I’ve seen them in movies, but then again, I’ve seen velociraptors in movies too, and in my mind they both have about equal business showing up in the real world where people go about their daily business.