Posted: 19 May 2014 - David Lebovitz
I’ve had a lot of interesting
experiences on this book tour, from taking in all the gorgeous produce at farmers’
markets, from San Francisco
to Washington D.C,,
to having someone tell me that he was proud of “my people” for the book I
wrote. Wasn’t too sure who “my people” are. At first I thought it was mes amis français, but then I
realized it was likely you, my dear readers.
As I pack up, ready to head home
shortly, it’ll be a relief to be back in my own bedroom (and bathroom), after
four weeks of gently explaining to hotel housekeepers that there’s no need to
knock on my door at 7:30am to see if I need any of the fourteen towels in the
bathroom replaced. I can only imagine what they would think of me if they saw
my own bathroom at home, with a mere two towels hanging from the towel bar.
Which makes me wonder: What on earth
do people do with all those towels, piled and rolled up, in hotel rooms? If I
had my druthers, I would like the option to be able to trade some for a few more electrical
outlets. Heading to the finish line, though, perhaps I should
have yielded to their queries about extra towels, because I’m about to throw
one in.
If I’m not making sense, you’ll have
to excuse me, like the person who was surprised when I mentioned that it was
October. (It was, in fact, April.) But one experience that I can still recall
as clear as a lens on Google Glass,
was visiting Google, where I was
invited to speak to a group of Googlers,
as they’re called.
(And if using the word “Google”, and
linking to it, that many times in one sentence doesn’t jack up my search engine
juice, I don’t know what will.)
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