As the sun was peeking over the Eastern horizon this morning, I was pulling into the Rosa Parks transfer station in L.A. As the sun is setting in the West, I'm sitting in Taco Bell in Tijuana, enjoying tacos de carne asada y cerveza Pacifico... the trip cost me $2 more than last time, but still cheaper than Greyhound and much more interesting. Since the magstripe caused the transfer to fail at UTC, I hung out there for an hour or so and had some coffee before continuing here. But now I'm out, again temporarily, of the land of the fear and the home of the slave. Feels good to be home.
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