Wall of Hope, outside my hotel

I have arrived. At Netroots, if not, you know, arrived. After encountering a brief but not insurmountable snafu at the hotel concerning Internet access (thanks to Cody at ATT&T for the fix), I left the hotel as the rain was giving way to the sun, and began to wander. Indeed, all who wander are not lost, and approximately two hours in, neither have I. If you know me, you know that I can get lost anywhere, so this is a good sign.

I’m taking my stumble upon a used bookstore as another good sign for this trip. I saw Cellar Stories from from across the street (cue adorable romantic movie music), and had to stop in – and I’m glad I did. It looks – and feels – like a place for books. If you’ve ever gotten lost in a story and didn’t want to return, go to this book store. It may look like it’s closed, but that’s just the door outside. Then, it may look like you’re going up the stairs into their stock room, but keep going. The store is upstairs. Check your bag at the desk and enjoy your journey.

Now I sit at Tazza (recommended by a staff person at Cellar Stories), chatting with the bartender about books, podcasts and old school Playboys. Clearly another good omen. That feeling of needing more time in the day (or a way to survive on 2 hours of sleep) is creeping in. I like that feeling.

*photo by me