Our day of transition continued, stepping off the train in Sacremento, filling in time until the next one at midnight! It was the first day since we left Hawaii that we needed our raincoats, a trend that would continue for our stay in Oregon. If you visit we’d recommend you skip the old town, which is a sticky little tourist trap more like a Disneyland set than a trip through time. All get your photo taken in costume and highway over, honking and the screech of tires.

We had more fun downtown exploring, we had lunch at a delightful meal at 524 Mexican Restaurant where the owner was a nice kind soul. At a running store the cashier had a friend who sold salsa at our Sunday Market back home and from the depths of our memories surfaced an American man who ran up to me and enthusiastically started talking about my Newton running shoes, wow it’s a small world (at least in the running world). We went to a cute vintage store with great prices and a girl working who seemed in a dream the whole time, slow smiles and glazed eyes.

Then Dylan began to wilt with his cold an we went to a trashy movie before a rushed Indian feast and then waiting, waiting for the train. It is a curious experience entering a train at midnight, passing crumpled shapes of sleeping travellers before joining them, curled in awkward fashion on a seat that can’t decide whether it is comfortable or not.