As I walk around San Francisco Airport's international terminal, I realize this is where Bea and I wandered at the end of our honeymoon. We rode the AirTrain multiple times between terminals and the rental car center before parting ways.
I don't remember ever clearing customs faster than today.
Now I sit with my laptop at Terminal 3, writing this tiny blog post as I wait for a few colleagues to land; we'll pick up a mini-van and drive up to Olema by the Point Reyes National Seashore.
I feel privileged to have the chance to visit these amazing places for work.
I'm 9,600 kilometers from home and 10,424 kilometers from Coromandel, New Zealand, the closest city to Málaga's antipodes. I've traveled a quarter of the world today, and I'm halfway from New Zealand.
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