Secret Bus to Paradise
It's not a physical place, on a map, or in a guidebook

It was important to me because I needed my fix of travel, my escape from the fast-paced world of the everyday. It’s not Tahiti, or Thailand, or even Hawaii; it’s Interstate 5. It’s not far away, unique, or in the slightest bit exotic. That’s just it, the secret is that it doesn’t need to be. I wear an uncontrollable dopey smile for my small victories over the ordinary. I didn’t tell my friends that I took the bus from San Francisco to L.A., they wouldn’t understand. They’re in it for the destination and not the voyage. I can’t tell them that there were flights, that I actually chose to take the bus, that this is the way I am.