Odd encounter in the Fresno airport coming home - the gentleman behind me in line paid for my novel when my debit card was refused. He was in a hurry. "I'm well taken care of," he said - which I thought was odd phrasing. So I accepted the gift and got out of his way.
Fresno is still flat (surprise!) but at least that fact doesn't impinge itself upon me every third thought, anymore. This was the most useful trip so far in terms of actually learning anything from the presentations.
Had Basque food, finally. Well, went to a Basque restaurant and watched other people have Basque food, for the most part, since it's a heavily carnivorous cuisine. What I vegetarian options I hunted out and had were good, though.
Came home with numerous bunny-themed things. They're really into trinkets and favors and suchlike - I don't know if it's just a random confluence of people who all like that kind of stuff, or if it's a Fresno thing, or what.
I'm quite glad to be back, I'll reiterate. It's nice to go elsewhere places, but I'm always very happy to come home.
