Day 3
I took a call this morning with a major mountain in the background. Tomorrow, my friends will hike it. As I witnessed their final preparations, I ate a breakfast burrito, which I hadn’t made for myself in probably upward of five years — a total travesty, because something about this meat + egg + tortilla + cheese combo was so incredibly delicious that I was still thinking about it as I walked with Emil and Rohan four hours later. Maybe it was the lingering effects of bacon that caused me to lead these two devout vegans to a barbecue restaurant. To make amends for my incompetence, we ended up having lunch at a restaurant on the other side of the spectrum — I have no way of aptly describing how vegan this restaurant was other than to say even the menu font was vegan.1 James Clear has spoken about how humans are territorial, like panthers, meaning we often stake out an area and grow more comfortable prowling around it with time. By day three, my favourite part of the trip (and indeed, what I think I will look back most fondly on) is how our little band of panthers slowly grew our radius of comfort: from the common room of the house to the balcony, then the second balcony, then the whole house; from Hector’s Bistro next door, to a few cafes, and at this lunch, the back long table of Samsara (wasn’t able to type all the vegan accents on Samsara, sorry)2