I've been looking for a new suitcase, since the one I have has been loved into submission. I took a trip to Spain last April to visit a friend I've known since kindergarten. I drank sangria, ate tapas, and stayed out after my bedtime. In the fall, it was off to New York and Montreal. Now I'm dreaming of Berlin and missing Paris. It's going to be long weekends this summer in the US and Europe in the fall, I suspect.
I'm not a stamp collector, but I love letters and passports. I think better on trains, and wish I had to time to travel that way more. I think I've made most major life decisions on trains: what to major in in college (art history), whether or not I wanted to keep living in SF about seven years ago (I didn't).
I love big ideas discussed by fires with scotch. In summer, I like small ideas by the ocean with white wine or sangria.
People matter to me. I know all my friends' birthdays, and parties are a big deal to us. I cook a meal with my friends at least once a week. The thing I love most about LA is how open everyone is to meeting someone new. Sometimes it feels like the whole city is Cheers.