The other day a friend and I took a quick, half-day road trip. We had a quest (Blenheim apricots), we had a destination (a slightly obscure orchard) and we had the possibility of lunch (tacos). Like all adventures, we encountered a few setbacks.
We got a little lost, we had to backtrack to an ATM (the orchard was cash only) and the taco stand, once a charming shack, had moved to a strip mall and now more closely resembled a food court. Still, it was a perfect morning spent in good company and the tacos (pastor, of course) were delicious despite the surrounding decor. Even more important, the effect of our journey continued into the week, bringing the scent of ripening apricots into my daily routine and reminding me that the adventures found close to home are just as pleasurable, just as significant, as something experienced half way around the world.