On Saturday I took the hobotruck out to Arroyo Grande and back. I was meeting up with some friends who I hadn't seen in a while. My weeks have been really packed and it happened to be the only day that I could visit. However, I had to be back in San Diego by Sunday since I had tickets to Comic Con.
It was the first time traveling in my hobotruck and for over 600 miles, every mile felt like home. 600 miles is a long distance to travel in 24 hours, but as soon as I was tired, I pulled over. I didn't have to worry about making it to the next rest stop or finding an affordable place with vacancy. Within minutes I was setup and happily sleeping. It didn't matter the environment, I was able to adapt to it.
I met up with a few Peace Corps friends that I haven't seen in a while. Good times :)
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