yesterday, i helped two men find the getaway hostel, walking them from the train station down to my street.
they were swiss. they were cute. they were amazed by the wind and the heat. and they were hauling a shit-ton of luggage.
fullerton isn't exactly going to win awards for its paving and man 2's rollarboard caught every single crack in the cement over the course of those five blocks, each time spilling the additional bags steadied on top of it out into the street.