I walked thirteen miles today. In flip-flops.
Thirteen. Miles. Can I just let that sink in for a minute? That’s basically a half marathon. Mind you, that *was* over the course of 12 hours or so. But it was still pretty far. I guess that’s what happens when you put someone who loves hiking in a walkable city with great public transit.
The journey started with going to see where Ariela works. She told me about a cool mural and a great French bakery nearby, so I went to go find them. The first thing I sought out, though, was a really colorful painting that we’d passed on the way to her office: