land of no sidewalks

I find myself in Sunnyvale, the land of no sidewalks. After being in many lands with myriad sidewalks, this is somewhat of a challenge. This morning, when I tried to walk from my hotel to the office building where my software training is held, the hotel shuttle driver, horrified, picked me up and drove me the half-mile. She didn’t want blood on her hands, and I don’t want to die yet, so no complaints there. Tonight I got a bit sucked into the hotel television, but I made it outside to the VTA light rail and ventured into Mountain View. It was raining and a lot of restaurants were closed, so my options were limited. I chose Monsoon, and I’m a bit surprised at the negative reviews I’ve now read online. The food was good, standard Indian...

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